Forehead Touching Novels & Stories

"Elna." My eyes squeeze shut, I feel myself growing hot and I palm my forehead. "Make it stop." Minutes later, my head is placed on a firmer surface, Brandon's legs. The hairs tickle my cheeks, my eyelids part to see him hunched over me with a warm towel that meets my forehead. He runs the towel over my neck and the exposed part of my body, brows set in concentration and my knuckles brush his cheek. His smile is fleeting, I retract my arm.

Fortunately, I caught it, but it hit my forehead. "Ouch!" I groaned. He quickly approached me and checked my injured forehead. "Sorry, I didn't know you couldn't catch it," he said while checking my forehead. I stared at him as he earnestly checked my bump. It's like I'm falling for his face, which shows concern for me. He gently touched my forehead and blew on it. "Sorry," he said seriously. "It's fine," I replied. He took the helmet back from me, which he had thrown earlier, and carefully put it on me. I just stared at him while he adjusted its lock, and he looks so handsome.

“I can’t help it.” He exhaled through his nose….harsh, frustrated. Then he did the thing he swore he wouldn’t. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. Closed his eyes. Breathed her in….. Yeah, her vanilla shampoo, floral scent, fear, stubborn little flickers of hope. For one long, dangerous minute they just sat like that…. Their foreheads touching, breaths mingling, her arms still looped around his neck, his hands still cradling her face.

Our connection, deeper than words, spoke volumes as our eyes met, communicating a multitude of emotions. With a gentle touch, I caressed his cheek, tracing the contours of his face with my fingertips. It was a tender gesture, a silent reassurance that my love for him knew no bounds. I could feel the tension in his body begin to melt away as he leaned into my touch, seeking solace and comfort.

He pulled out his head in from of her and then parted the bangs away from his forehead, clearing the space and showing her the little bump on his smooth surface forehead. She started applying medicine to the place where he was hurt. She just touched him and he already started wincing in pain. " Ow! Be gentle, it hurts ". " Alright my little kiddo, I will be gentle. Just put your hands away from your forehead ", Juhee instructed, and this time her hands moved slowly and gently.

He nodded and started eating slowly after finishing half of this sandwich, he had his medicine. He was looking miserable. I sometimes used to get headaches, then my mom gave me a head massage. I thought of giving it to him. It was very effective, it used to ease the pain but I was a bit shy, then I saw that he was really feeling very bad. So I started pressing his forehead with my fingers. He suddenly looked at me but I didn't look into his eyes. I kept massaging his forehead. He closed his eyes and it seemed that he started feeling better. " Wow !! Priya you have magical fingers, I am feeling much better now."

“If you think I fucking enjoyed that, you’re wrong, you-“ “No name calling, Princess. Now I’m going to ignore the fact that you just spat in my face but don’t think to do it again. I know you enjoyed that by your reaction. Don’t bother lying to me.” I tried to look away but he grabbed my chin and forced me to, his forehead resting on mine so I had nowhere else to look but into his eyes. “It’s normal, you know. It’s meant to feel good when someone touches you.”

she murmurs, looking behind to check I do not know who. I just put a hand behind her head and lean in to kiss her forehead. She seems to get surprised as I see her eyes widening and her lips parting. What? Kissing the forehead is a simple thing. She can't retort as I have not taken her mouth for a needy kiss. Aye, Zahir, what are you even thinking? “Take care, okay?” I whisper, my breath fanning her forehead. She nods. “Okay.” The answer comes like she is lost in her own thinking but still has heard me clearly. I hope that too.

“Aye. When you weren’t waking up, he decided to place his hand on your forehead and check if you were burning up.” “You should have said that when I first asked you, shouldn’t you?” I glowered, yet he gave that infuriating, familiar smile. I told myself not to be angry with him. He’d done this several times already, and I wasn’t supposed to be so worked up about it. “You asked if he touched you. Placing a hand on you is a form of touching, isn’t it? Skin-to-skin contact… Or… does it have another meaning?” I didn’t hesitate to give him a fat middle finger.

My hands involuntarily gripped his shoulders, my fingers curled around his neck, our chests pressing harder against each other. My breath hitched when I realised how close our faces were, our noses practically touching. I could smell his minty breath fanning my face. His arms were wrapped protectively around my waist, his eyes boring holes into mine. I always loved those blue orbs; they reminded me of water I'm standing in. My lips parted on seeing water dripping from his forehead and making its way to his lips. I raised my hand to touch his face, his smile doing wonders on me but then I closed my eyes and put my head on his chest, to avoid doing anything which might cost me twenty long year