The Mind of a Heart

Anne Dennish

Description

“The Mind of a Heart” is the story of a married woman who finds herself back in touch with her old high school sweetheart. After several months of emailing each other they meet in person and their lovem affair begins.

As the affair continues she can’t help but remember the memories of the innocence of
two 17 year olds falling in love at the Jersey Shore and planning a future together.

When her husband loses his job and is hired by another company, she becomes entangled in a web of lies and deceit because her husband’s new boss is her high school sweetheart.

A life that she simply “existed” in was about to change and it was about to change forever.

Sujets

• Relationships
• Relationship
• Marriage
• Romance
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 13 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669818663
• Langue: English

Extrait

The Mind of a Heart
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anne Dennish
 
Copyright © 2023 by Anne Dennish.
 
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022908838
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-1865-6

Softcover
978-1-6698-1864-9

eBook
978-1-6698-1866-3
 
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.
 
 
 
Rev. date: 04/13/2023
 
 
 
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
About the Author
 
 
 
 
 
 
In memory of Eugene Snyder, my college professor, who believed in this book from the moment that I wrote it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
For Donna and GT
 
 
 
 
 
 
With love and gratitude to God and the Universe for getting me here.
And I love where I am.
Namaste
Prologue
John and I had been corresponding by email and telephone on a daily basis for several months now. Our earlier conversations consisted of catching up on each other’s lives, our families and what we’d been doing for the last twenty five years. We also spoke about how much we had missed each other throughout the years. Soon, we began a string of emails that we called our “Confessionals.” They were the heart and soul of “us,” consisting of why we broke up so many years ago, why it didn’t work out and more importantly, why neither of us ran back to one another. Our confessionals were intense and sometimes emotional, yet proved to be quite therapeutic for both of us. We’d both wondered for all those years where we went wrong and why we never got back together…
Until now.
We both agreed that neither of us had ever stopped loving the other and in fact, had never loved anyone else in the way that we had loved each other. Our love was born out of youthful innocence so many years ago and, although time had taken us in different directions, the love we felt for one another had never lessened. We had simply tucked it deep inside of our hearts. Perhaps we were waiting until our paths crossed again to see if those feelings still existed.
And they did.
John was a poet and wrote the most beautiful emails to me, ones filled with love and romance, all the things I wanted and needed to hear. This went on for just about a month when I received an email like no other…
My dear sweet Jersey girl,
I hope this email finds you happy and well. I’m leaving on a business trip next week and will be in Kennett Square. I’ll be there for three days and I want you to do what it takes to meet me there. We’ve been writing and calling each other for months now and it’s about time we get together in person. I know it won’t be easy for you to get away, but I need you to do this for me. I need you to do this fo r us.
I love you so much, my girl, and I need to see you, kiss you, hold you. I need more than a voice on the phone or words on a computer screen, babe. I need you.
I want to run my fingers through your hair, kiss your neck and caress your body. I want to make love to you with aba ndon.
Meet me in Kennett Square, babe. I want you more than words can say… John
And this is how it all began 
Chapter 1
I read John’s email over and over again, all the while fantasizing about what it would be like to make love to him again, yet at the same time wondering how I’d ever get away for three days. I’d never gone away by myself before and never left my children for more than an hour or two at a time. How in the hell was I going to pull it off now? How was I going to break a pattern of always being home to one of going away, and of going miles away?
I sat back in my chair, closed my eyes, and imagined what those three days would be like and what they would feel like.
My heart was racing, my mind wandering to places it hadn’t been in years. My thoughts were crossing a line in my head and I wondered how I would cross that line with my body. I envisioned our bodies twisted together, naked in a pool of sweat from intense lovemaking. I had loved this man once with a passion that most have never experienced, a love so dangerous that once you gave into it you would never be able to get out.
I could feel myself filling with a rush of excitement at the thought of being with John again and I could feel my body beginning to respond to the thought of his touch. Slowly, my head rolled back, my eyes closed, and my back began to arch. It was as if this fantasy was becoming reality and a body that hadn’t felt like this in decades, was now making up for lost time.
The thought of being locked away with him in a hotel room was beyond my wildest imagination. It was a place that I thought I’d never dare to go, a place I had never even dreamt of going to, yet here I sat not thinking of whether or not to go, but instead of how I’d get there.
I had to go, I knew that, yet more importantly, I wanted to go. I’d move heaven and earth to be with him. Now, the task of finding a reason for going began. I opened my eyes, drifted back down to reality, and hit the reply key on my computer:
“My love, I’ll be there. Nothing could keep me away. Until then, I’m yours forever… Me”
We had met in the seventh grade. He had dark hair and sometimes wore glasses, giving him a nerdy look, yet he had a smile that lit him up from the inside out. He sat behind me in social studies class and had an uncanny knack for making me laugh - really belly laugh! He’d sing me songs before class started. “Pinball Wizard” was his favorite and soon became mine. He was this innocent, shy boy, most likely not even thinking close to what I was.
I hated social studies yet he made me look forward to it everyday. Just knowing he was there, sitting behind me, made my day. I could feel his feet on the back of my chair and every once in a while he’d give it a shove, giggling as he saw my body jerk forward. He didn’t know at the time that I would smile every time he did that.
I remember our eighth grade class trip to Washington, DC. I’m sure it was Colleen that made John and I sit together on the bus. John was extremely giddy, covering his nervousness, I’m sure. All I wanted was for him to hold my hand. I even strategically placed my hand near his so he could do just that. Yet the most I got from him was a light touch, on which he commented how soft my hand was.
“Boys!” I thought to myself, feeling annoyed and ignored. “What’s wrong with them?”
Seventh and eighth grade would come to an end, with no hand holding and no kiss, but unbeknownst to John and I, the foundation of something that he and I would have never imagined was now set in p lace.
Chapter 2
The day to travel to Kennett Square was fast approaching and I had conjured up a story of it being an “early birthday” gift for myself. The hotel was only about fifteen minutes from Colleen’s house, which added a perfect reason for going there. I had told Richie that it’d be nice “me” time along with being able to spend time with my oldest and dearest friend. Surprisingly, he was more than supportive and thought it was a great idea. He always despised how much time I spent in the house and with the kids all these years, so I guess it was a relief for him to see me step out of my comfort zone. Then again, I think he despised the fact that my time was spent on our kids rather than focused on him, yet at this moment I could have cared less what he thought. I was just thankful that he was letting me go at all.
I booked myself into John’s hotel and had all the plans set in place and ready to go. Colleen and I actually would spend some time together, seeing that John really was going to be on a business trip. Richie was going to take some time off from work to watch the kids, so all that was left for me to do was to pack and to find the courage to go through with my plans.
John had already filled me in on what to expect when I saw him. He hadn’t changed much since high school, except for the fact that his dark brown hair was now peppered with gray!
“Haven’t we all gone a little gray?” I mused back. “I thank God everyday for my hairdresser, Mark. He has the magic touch when it comes to my hair!”
“I’m in really good shape, great shape, actually. Been working out all these y