Ava leaned back against the wooden railing of the porch and looked through the patio doors at Johnny as he played a game with Derek. He's so good with children, he'd make a wonderful father…. Shaking her head, banishing the thought from her head.

Her warm brown eyes watched him thoughtfully. Susannah came up behind her, "Looking at anything interesting?"

"No." Turning, Ava moved her eyes from Johnny and focused on Susannah. "So what's up with you?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about taking the kids out for the afternoon, to the zoo, get them out of the house." Susannah suggested.

"Sure whatever." Consumed with watching Johnny, trying to figure out why she was having hot dreams about him. She didn't notice Susannah looking at her oddly.

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A white veil floated down the beach to him, catching on his feet, he leaned down to pick it up, it floated out of his reach. Shadowing his gaze, so he could look down the beach, Johnny saw a lush figure outlined against the sinking sun.

A full skirt blew in the breeze, like white sails on a ship. Johnny walked towards the figure, he stopped short when he saw it was Ava.

Her heart was in her eyes, "Johnny we could've been so happy, if only we had conquered our fears." Her hand touched his shirt, tugging on the buttons. Her other hand feathered through his hair, as he leaned into her touch.

"I miss you." Her words carried to his ears on the soft breeze that flirted with her dress.

"Why are you wearing a wedding dress?" Johnny asked.

"Because I-" her words were cut off by a darkening of the light around him. "Johnny I'll always love you."

Johnny stood alone in the shadows, wondering where she'd gone and why she'd been there.

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Johnny sat up in his bed, his hands raking through his bed hair. His mind stuck on the object of his dreams sleeping down the hall.

Shaking his head, he wondered why he'd be dreaming of Ava in a wedding dress at this point in his life. They'd broken up so long ago and yet the feelings still lingered. Their relationship had been intense.

His clock blared 3:46 in red digits at him. Pushing back the bedcovers, he pushed his feet into his trainers and pulled on a pair of shorts. Opening his bedroom door, he tread quietly to the kitchen. Pulling the fridge door open, he extracted the milk, opening the spout he drank from the carton.

A door creaked open down the hall, shutting the milk carton, he put it back in the fridge and moved back into the shadows.

Ava padded into the kitchen, clad in sweatpants and a navy camisole. Twilight outside began to fade lightly as streaks of gray peeked over the horizon.

Johnny stepped out of the shadows. Ava jumped, "Damn it are you trying to scare me to death?"

Johnny stepped forward silently putting an arm around her waist, drawing her closer, his other hand moving to angle her head.

His head descended, lips gently touching hers. Warmth melted from his lips to her scorching ones. Her hands linked behind his neck, she moved up against him, their bodies twined together urgently. Legs tangling together, they strained for contact.

Ava stepped back, her head spinning, hormones raging. Is it really true what they say about women being at their sexual peak in their 30's, cause that would mean that I, holy shit. I need Johnny in my bed now and no children in the house. Her mind consumed with Johnny and Johhny only, she reached for him.

Johnny ducked her hands, "I had a dream of you in a wedding dress on the beach, what is that supposed to mean?" Throwing his hands up in confusion, he ran out the door.

Ava watched from the patio steps, trying to get her ragingly hot body under control. All she could think about was Johnny and her against the door, on the beach, in the water, anywhere humanly possible.

She itched and she needed to Johnny to………oh hell, I haven't had sex in how long, no wonder I'm acting this way. I'm shouldn't be subjecting poor Johnny to this, he doesn't deserve it, although he does have a damn fine ass. Arching a naughty eyebrow at the last thought, she watched as Johnny jogged down the beach away from her and his desire.

You can run, but you can't hide.

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First of all, I'm not trying to convey Ava as obsessed with sex, but it's true what they say about women in their 30's, so that will play a part in my story.

This story will focus mainly on Johnny and Ava and not really the other characters.

Hope you liked this chapter. Plz R&R!!!

Thanks to all my reviewers!!!