Forehead Touching Novels & Stories

I try to blink away the tears as they flood my eyes, but it’s impossible. When Atlas’s hands cup my cheeks, I tense, but then relax under the warmth and tingles that spread throughout my body. I lean into his touch, and he sighs in relief. Using his thumbs, he catches my tears and leans forward to kiss my forehead. I inhale deep breaths of his scent as he rests his forehead against mine for a moment. His scent does the trick, and while I am still upset, I am considerably calmer.

I shook my head, refusing "no. Go away Noah. or I'll scream until Kayla sees you here. You don't want any trouble between you and Kayla. I snapped again Suddenly Noah grabbed my hand, made me sleep on my back on the bed, and Noah pressed on top of me but didn't touch my body. Noah made his hands his support. He touched my forehead to check the heat in my body. "Your heat has dropped, but your emotions are still high. If you get angry every day like this, your skin will wrinkle quickly," said Noah

I open the door to the office, unintentionally interrupting his focus. He’s sitting at his desk with disheveled hair and lines creased into his forehead. He looks up at me and holds up his index finger to indicate that he’ll be a minute. He keeps his eyes locked on mine while I walk closer to him until I’m behind him, I rub his broad shoulders, adding just enough pressure to ease the tension that lies beneath the surface. He visibly starts to relax at my touch. I drag my hand from his shoulders, bringing my fingertips to his chest. He tilts his head back into my chest and I allow him to stay there for a minute until I retract from his touch.

I touched my forehead, my skin damp and cool. Something didn't feel right.

He said and caressed my forehead using his thumb. "Does it really hurt?" He asked me and looked down. I can't speak, he is so close to me and it's like he's breathing on my forehead. Fuck. What is this, why am I nervous? "Y-yeah..kinda," I said briefly. "I know something that can take the pain away." I immediately raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" "A kiss." I didn't have any chance to speak when I felt his soft lips plant a small kiss on my forehead.

Wait, I wonder why I am thinking like this. I groaned. I feel cold but I’m sweating. My eyes feel hot and my head’s aching. I think I also don’t have much strength left... I was so occupied that I didn’t notice Gavin was about to touch my forehead, luckily, before he even do so, I move away out of reflex. What was that? Don’t tell me this weirdo is a pervert? I glared at him, how dare he touch my face, but he just raised his eyebrow and tried to touch my forehead again. But I dodge it.

I couldn't help but gaze at his peaceful sleeping form, taking in the details of his face as he dreamt. Drawing nearer, I found myself standing right in front of him. A few strands of his hair had fallen onto his forehead, and without thinking, I reached out and delicately brushed them away. As my fingertips made contact, I noticed the creases of tension on his forehead, a clear indication that even in his sleep, he was burdened by inner anguish.

“It’s a bit swollen but there’s no way I’ve given you brain damage” “I’m sorry sir”. I can’t stop crying. Why does this hurt so much?. I’ve been hit by alphas before— a forehead flick should not be able to do this much damage. “Okay Sorahiko, you’re forgiven”. He sighs, then presses the ice harder to my forehead. I wince. Ow. “Really?…”. I push the ice away from my face so I can see him clearly. “You’re not going to hit me again sir?”.

"Or is that too personal to ask?" I hesitated as I raised my hand to rub the back of my neck, “We’ve only been kissing and the small things like hugging. I had a bit of a panic attack once or twice with him, but I’ve been comfortable enough that I don’t detest him touching me.” I said. “Recently I had a little flashback when he brushed my hair near my neck... I don’t know why I imagined his hands grabbing my neck at the time like he was going to choke me. I don't think it was his hands I was imagining honestly and I know he wouldn’t do that.”

Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! The crude oil water parted when I stepped on it. The haze that entered it started rising out and crawling back into my smoke hair. I knelt, my mouth muttering something. I touched her forehead, my eyes saw what she was seeing; her deepest nightmares and fears, the worst moments in her life. I blew air into her face and rubbed her forehead. A black snake with red eyes crawled out of her and wrapped around my hand, crawling back into my hair. She sighed as her veins slowly returned to normal.