Forehead Touching Novels & Stories

"Doris, think about it, you put yourself in front of me like that and say I'm peeking, unless you blindfold me." When Doris heard that, she had a good feeling about it, so she didn't freak out. Instead, she covered Riffen's eyes with one hand and then moved her other hand directly from his abdomen to his lower abdomen while quickly unbuttoning his pants. After that, she slid her small hand over his sensitive part without giving him any warning.

Let our foreheads touch. ‘I love you. I can repeat these words again and again for you. And I know you also feel the same for me. So then, why not be one.” As soon as he spoke those words, I didn’t know what had happened to me. It felt like his words hypnotized me, and the next moment, my hands touched his face and got him closer to let our lips meet without even thinking any more second.

her response sterner this time. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She wasn’t ready to back down and so was he. He moved the hand which was under her chin to her nape. Hair on her body rose at his touch on her nape. He threaded his fingers through her hair. His hand rested in such a way that, his fingers were in her hair while his palm was on her nape. He pulled her face closer to his and pressed his lips on her forehead. She held her breath when his soft lips touched the burning-hot skin of her forehead.

I repeatedly hit my forehead and scolded myself to keep thinking logically. Someone suddenly hugged me from behind. The familiar warmth of a body, tight embrace, familiar scent, and aura of the body. Noah hugged me so tightly from behind, made me sighed irritably, "what's wrong?" I asked, snapped. I let go of Noah's hug violently, turned around to look at Noah closely.

His eyes never leave mine. His hands slowly lift up and both thumbs come towards my nose. What is he doing? I just told him it hurts to even touch it. His thumbs gently glide against my nose on either side. I flinch, expecting to feel pain but instead feel a slight tingling, not in a painful way, actually felt kind of nice. Slowly his thumbs glide up and down the outside of my nose, meeting in the middle at the top. His thumbs move from the bridge of my nose, sideways to the middle of my cheekbones, and back again. It's such a simple motion yet it feels so amazing and phenomenal. His eyes never leave mine and mine never leave his, no words are spoken as we carefully watch one another.

I lied and didn't look up at him. I felt him touch my nape and he kissed my forehead. "Rest, then." he said in the middle of his kiss on me. They say a kiss on the forehead is a secret message of ... love and tenderness. He might look ruthless because of this awra he got. He might be heartless by his words sometimes, but I don't see those things right now. I don't know why he's letting me see this soft side of him. But, I somehow felt special.

I want to make her comfortable so I cup her cute little cheek. His words wash over me and I close my eyes. I feel such a peace and safety, that I didn't even know was possible! My right cheek feels really warm I open my eyes and notice his hand on it. I don't know why his touch makes me feel sooo many things, it's confusing! But my mind didn't let me dwell on the confusion, it was busy feeling waaay too good in Tank's warm little hand. He then lean my head forward and our foreheads connected, he nuzzles my nose with his. My eyes closed again and it literally feels like my brain is getting a massage.. that's the best way I can describe it. And any pain or confusion or anything negative was in

Our foreheads bumped gently with each other, but it still hurt. I winced in pain while Kairo looked at me with concern. I held onto my forehead, but Kairo beat me to it. He held onto one of my wrists while his other hand carefully brushed my hair away to inspect the bump. His rough fingers softly caressed the sensitive area, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes. Fuck, his touch still gets to me up to this day. The participant next to us cleared her throat, so I snapped out of my trance. I removed his grip from my wrists and stood up quickly.

He moved closer to me, sat down on the table in front of me, and touched my forehead with his cold fingers "But your forehead looks fine to me" He looked into my eyes, and whispered out, and...and to be honest, he was right, and I knew it was the truth, there was absolutely nothing wrong with my forehead, nor did I had any weird stupid headache either. Fuck, the a little bit embarrassing truth was that I just wanted to keep looking at his face, and to see it closer, his blue eyes....his lips...even though thinking about it makes me sound like a psychopathic pervert, but Gosh, I really think am kinda sorta addicted to his face or something, that...

I said quickly, trying to tug my arm free from his grip. But Jace didn't let go. Instead, he raised his other hand and touched my forehead gently. My face was burning, probably thanks to Lena's embarrassing lecture, but of course, Jace thought I was sick. Whenever I got sick or had a fever, he'd always do this—touch my forehead, then his own, like he was checking for himself. Was this just his reflex? "I'm not running a fever," I said, stepping back to dodge his hand. Jace frowned a little. "Then you—"