Novel & Cerita Forehead Touching

My hand on his looked so tiny that it seemed funny. He swiftly placed my hand on his chest where his heart was, startling me. I gasped as I felt his other hand behind my neck. He pulled my head towards him and lowered his head, bringing our foreheads together. My heart raced due to his swift movements and the sudden tingles flowing through my body, but in his case, his heartbeats, which were skyrocketing before, slowly became normal. I blinked in shock and fear, but the calmness that was enveloping him with each passing second started affecting me, too. Finally, I gave up and closed my eyes. Our foreheads touched just above the junction of our eyebrows, and the peace I felt at that moment wa

my skin suddenly feeling far too sensitive after being touched so intensely, sweat droplets dribbling down the nape of my neck. Theonardo smiled at me, which I lazily returned as he leaned forward to plant a lingering kiss on my forehead, patting my knees as he rose. "Let's get you some fresh underwear."

Just our faces which were mere inches from each other had made my breath hitch and my heart rate run miles. I gave him a breathy smile and without any notice, his forehead had come in contact with mine and our breaths were beginning to mingle together. Finally, he brought his hands up to come in contact with my cheeks and then he held them there. His touch was making me feel electrified and it caused goosebumps to rise on my arms.

His hand running through his short hair before trailing his fingers across his face. He could really see now, with his face fully exposed and right in front of his. He could see now how much he's been crying. His eyes are so puffy and red. Even his lips look red and swollen! He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, holding his lips there for a moment and enjoying the sensation as the tingles danced across his lips. Trent felt the tingles against his forehead and everywhere else his body touched his. He felt his warmth and smelled his wonderful scent as it completely surrounded him.

Even though I was scared, my hand had no choice but to touch his forehead. Right. High fever. I stood up, hurrying to the bathroom. My hand dug through the drawer, grabbing a small towel. I knelt beside him again. One hand pressed the towel to his forehead. Tap. Tap. Slowly. Wiping away the sweat that kept flowing. Amon’s hand clenched into a fist. His nails almost broke through my palm as I tried to touch his cheek. His mouth opened, his teeth chattering as he held back a groan.

The thing that caught my attention was his nose and white lips, which usually stay naturally pink. My eyebrows drew together because it was quite clear from his face that something was wrong with him but soon my attention was diverted by a small feather that dropped out of the book I was holding above his face and rested on his forehead. Instinctively, I placed the book aside and my fingers moved towards his forehead to remove the feather so that he could have an uninterrupted sleep. But the moment my fingertips touched his forehead, I felt like I had again come into contact with the hot pan. I couldn't resist myself from flipping my fingers and gently pressing them against his forehead. I w

I hid my face behind my hair, hoping he wouldn’t notice I now resembled a tomato. I held my breath when his fingers touched my jaw, making me look at him. His brows were furrowed as his eyes danced over my face, and then he touched my forehead with the back of his palm. “You’re hot.” “Well, I hope so,” I replied with an awkward chuckle.

It's just like I was trying to put my hand on a fire that is burning really hot. I held my forehead with my fingers and shut my eyes closed for a moment. I just have to pretend it's not going to burn me, that's the only way to get to touch her. I flutter my eyes open and my hand gently touched her head. To my surprise it didn't burn me like I expected, I mean it didn't feel awkward when I touched her, rather all I felt was calmness. Isn't that weird?

I put my hand on his bare chest through his three opened buttons and explored his bare chest. He is warm like a heater. His heart is beating faster like mine. My stomach churned when he touched my navel and made a lazy circle around it. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads. We both are breathing harshly. I leaned to him and hugged him tightly. "I love you" I whispered underneath my breath. "I love you too.." he whispered while hugging me back. He broke the hug and touched our foreheads. My eyes are closed and I can feel his warm breath on my face.

I even cleared my throat lightly, like a sign of awakening. He chuckled lightly. “You’re uncomfortable.” I pouted my lips. “If that’s isn’t obvious to you.” He chuckled again as a reply. He didn’t answer for a while, I just felt his hands tighten it’s hold on me as he pressed his forehead into mine. Now, he just crossed another border. That awakening wasn’t enough to awaken my senses. Because when he did that, I immediately fell into this big hole again. Our nose is touching each other, a sign of no personal space. I watch his face intently, he’s shutting his eyes and breathing heavily.