Forehead Touching Novels & Stories

We were breathing each other. I did not move. He did not move. His forehead was on mine. His hand was on my jaw. His thumb was on my cheekbone. We were two people who had spent six weeks not touching each other, and we were touching each other, and it was the smallest touch in the world, and it was the largest thing that had ever happened to me. I closed my eyes. He breathed out. Long. Slow. The kind of breath a person breathes when they have been holding something in their chest for a long time and have finally, finally been allowed to let it go.

I flushed and quickly regained my posture when he shook his head. ​I opened my mouth to say something but froze when he suddenly reached out to touch my forehead, his palms covering my whole forehead, and I just sat there stiffened for a few minutes before brushing his hands away, my pulse racing at his touch. I hated feeling this way. I don’t want to, but I keep wanting to at the same time...why am I like this?! ​“You’re having a bad fever, doll face. I’m not letting you go to sleep like that.” He raised his voice, his eyebrows slightly furrowing together before he sat down next to me, and I crawled back away from him.

Amayra His knuckles traced on my cheek and I felt his warm breath really next to my face. The next moment, his lips touched my forehead. He kissed my forehead, cupping my face, giving chills down to my spine. Though his touch was icy because of the recent shower, I was feeling hotter. I couldn’t handle that anymore and opened my eyes, finding him staring at me. Our eyes met. Did he really kiss my forehead when I was sleeping or pretending to sleep?

He said as he slowly dropped the flowers, raising my head so he could stare at my forehead. “Ouch!” I winced in pain as he slowly touched the spot where our heads had collided so he could soothe the pain. I swallowed hard, gosh, why’d it have to hurt so badly, wasn’t it just a head collision? He moved my face closer to his as he slowly started to blow some air to it. It felt awkward, I had to admit but then, it was helping soothe the pain so I didn’t really bother to show him how cringed it felt for him to hold my face, cupped and then move it closer to his.

he shook his head. I looked up at him with a peace sign. "I didn't hear it, sorry," he laughed sheepishly. Preston removed my hand from my forehead. He blew the part that hit the post. I was very shocked when he applied his lips and sucked the lump on my forehead. I was so shocked that I couldn't move or speak right away. “There. That's not going to swell up that much ," said Preston. I could still feel the warmth of his lips on my forehead and the little bit of saliva that came with it.

the touch was more than electric and i just wanted to stay in his arms for the rest of my life. Slowly he raised my face with his hands and put his knee on my small bed meant for a single person. As we came near he lowered his face and then finally our foreheads were touching and at the touch and connection my eyes closed on their own and I sighed in releif. the releif was immense like i had just came home after a tired day at the cafe. like after a hot day i had just drank a cold glass of water. i was indeed home in every sense.

We hadn’t gone for testing the gender yet, and we were just enjoying the mystery with open hearts, loving every minute of it. He got up and stood in front of me, then smoothed my hair out of my face. “How’s the little one treating you?” He pulled me as close as my bump allowed, then massaged my temple with his hand. “Your little one is sitting right on my bladder. I nearly peed on myself while I was in a meeting.” I informed causing him to chuckle, then leaned in and kissed my forehead. There was just something about forehead kisses that just hit me differently. They were so… full of deep emotions, and genuine passion and they made me melt in a puddle every dang time.

Soon the pounding in her forehead became intense and she howled in pain, covering her forehead with her palm. Grey stared at her and understood the action immediately. “Just give me a second,” he jumped out of the bed and returned with a wet towel. “It's just headache and fever right? He asked quietly. The anger he felt had slowly turned into calmness as he sat beside her. He carefully leaned over her to apply the cold compression on her forehead.” “Nick nooooo,” she seemed to be stimulated from his touch and screamed in protest. He silenced her with his lips on hers, kissing her slowly but passionately while massaging her forehead with the wet cloth.

He kissed me! I swear I can still feel a lips against my forehead. I wanted to reach up and touch my forehead, hoping to feel his kiss. He reaches over and gently wakes up our other mate. He ran his fingers across his face before running his hands down his chest, over his stomach and... I quickly turned my head, I felt my face heat up real hot. Oh my goddess! It was... He touched... It was so.... I was snapped out of it by the sound of both of them laughing.

I asked him again, and he shrugged. "Anything is fine by me," He replied to me, and I nodded. He suddenly scrutinized his face as he stared at me through the mirror, and I raised my eyebrows confusingly. "Babe... What's that on your forehead?" He turned his head and looked at me. "Oh... This?" I touched my forehead and held myself from wincing. "It's nothing, baby. I woke up to it this morning," I replied to him. "My goodness! Come here," He held my hand and pulled me to his front. He pulled me down to his level.