Forehead Touching Novels & Stories

Unable to resist the urge to soothe her, I approached her bed with a gentle resolve. With the utmost care, I placed my thumb in the middle of her forehead and began to press it in a soothing circular motion. The warmth of my touch was intended to be a silent comfort, a way to alleviate whatever turmoil had momentarily disrupted her serenity. Slowly but surely, her furrowed brows began to relax and return to their usual, peaceful state. The tension that had marred her expression seemed to melt away, replaced by a calm and undisturbed repose. It was a simple act, a gesture born from a place of deep affection and concern, and I couldn't help but be drawn to the sense of connection it created.

Erin shook her head, skin-crawling at the contact both the skin of their arms made. "What about physical touch?" His voice deepened, and his pupils shrunk as he slowly held her chin and angled her face towards his.

My mind was still back at that shift in his voice, replaying it over and over as I leaned in. And then—thud. Our foreheads collided. "Oh!" I jerked back, mortified. "Sorry, I was just trying to get the bowl." Instead of moving away, Aiden raised his hand and gently pressed his fingers against my forehead, examining the spot where we'd bumped. "Let me see if it's swollen." His face was suddenly so close I could feel his warm breath fanning across my cheeks. The clean, masculine scent of his shower gel wrapped around me, making it impossible to think straight. My brain short-circuited completely as his fingers traced a feather-light path across my skin.

Her brow was creased as sweat drenched her brown, her pretty cheeks bright red and feverish. "Hngh…" Her lips parted, as she gasped endlessly from the torment. With perfect timing, a large hand clasped over her forehead, the cool sensation especially comforting for Tina at that moment. She instinctively pressed her forehead against the touch, even as her searing breath sprinkled over her palm. It tickled like a feather, causing the man's heart to flutter.

Only him. His face, vulnerable and unguarded. His breath warm against me. His hand twitching slightly like even in his unconscious state, he was reaching for something. Maybe me. I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead lightly to his. The contact sent a rush of something sharp and tender through me, something I didn’t want to name.

I reached up with my left hand and pushed the curls away from my forehead which were already matted on there, due to the amount of sweat that was dripping off my forehead and sliding down my face and neck. The hand which had brushed my hair off my wet forehead got met with scorching hot and wet skin. I pressed my palm flat against my forehead and agreed with myself that my forehead was indeed burning up. A few seconds later, I winced when my head chose that particular moment to start pounding heavily against the insides of my forehead, making me wince as the vibrations in my head increased, making me groan out lightly while wincing and scrunching my face up in pain once again.

I couldn't move and at that moment I couldn't even feel the coldness of the icepack which I had pressed tightly against my cheek. That my hopes that died last night, maybe they were still alive somewhere. I could feel the side of my lips tugging up and at the same time, tears started welling up in my eyes. Tears of hope, hope that maybe be someday I would also be cared for and would be respected by someone. I slowly raised my hand and touched my forehead with my fingers. I closed my eyes, tears instantly rolled down my cheeks but the smile was still there on my lips. Yes, I touched my forehead because...

Why am I tensed? Then our heads tilted toward each other. Smiles gleamed through our faces. Gelo pinched my chin softly. His head was crippled towards my face. Am I going to have my first kiss? No. His head moved up and he kissed my forehead. The golden rays of the sun passed through the gap between us. A kiss on the forehead means adoration to a friend, right? Not something romantic. “I love this moment for the two of us,” he said and he wrapped me inside his presence.

Wrapping his hand around my throat, moving it to the back of my neck slowly, he pulls himself closer, leaning his forehead against mine. My heart stops as he takes a deep breath and moves back away. A smug grin plays on his face as he whispers, “I enjoyed that one really much too.” Oh, my Goddess. “Did you just read my thoughts?” I ask, making his grin broaden. “Blood is something really special, you know.” My jaw practically hits the floor and I lift my hand to touch where he had his forehead leaned against mine just seconds ago. “And you… You can do it by doing this?”

"A kiss on the forehead. Don't you know the concept? I believe it's quite a common human gesture." "Who in the world doesn't know that? It's just... there's something fundamentally wrong with you today, isn't there? Why are you suddenly—" "What's wrong with me?" Jonah interrupted, pulling a crooked smile before a small, annoying chuckle escaped his lips. "Look at your flushed face. Looks like a kiss from someone like me can still make you flustered, huh?" He ruffled the top of my head briefly. "Get some sleep. I'm going out for a moment to talk to the nurse."