He Kisses My Forehead Novels & Stories

he beams, his voice thick as his lips embrace my forehead. “Why do you do that?” I chuckle awkwardly, feeling flustered by Elijah’s outpour of affection. “Do what?” his forehead wrinkles as a look of confusion spreads across his angelic face. “Kiss my forehead. You do it a lot,” I blush, “-not that I’m complaining, at all,” I admit, growing accustomed to his subtle display of affection.

I said but it came out more like a whisper. "Finn." They both repeated at the same time with a smile on their face. Hearing both of them say my name felt so good but embarrassed me at the same time. I found my cheeks heat up. I watch as he leans forward and kisses Addison's forehead, my eyes go wide as he leans into me then I feel his lips press against my forehead. I look at him shocked, did he really just kiss me? My goddess his lips felt so good on my forehead. I felt myself blushing again at that thought.

I breathed heavily and without a sound, tears streamed down my eyes. "Don't cry." He whispered and wiped away those droplets with the pad of his thumb. For once, I wanted to let him take care of me. I closed my eyes and I felt his moist lips on my forehead. He kissed me and my eyes snapped open at the intimacy. I have always found forehead kisses hotter. They say so much a lot more than any other. "Ana, what are you doing?" I heard Dad. I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away.

"I enjoy spending time with you." I smile, touched by his words. "Me too, Romain." He walks me to the door, and there, he places a light kiss on my forehead. It’s a simple gesture, but full of sweetness. A gesture that shows me he respects my way of moving forward, that he’s willing to wait, to take his time.

He takes strands in his hand, and I feel the lips he kissed me with linger on my hair. I stupidly think that is the end, but I am wrong. So wrong. He moves down. Kissing my forehead… okay, he has done this many times. So many times I cannot count. There was a time we even made a bet to see who could give the most forehead kisses daily. It does not stop there. He plants a kiss on my brows. I mean, this is also very normal. He loves kissing my face… I also do that to him whenever he asks.

There was just something really intimate about him kissing my forehead and it always makes me shiver each time he does it. Perhaps it was because I never got this kind of affection shown to me while growing up. My parents never gave me forehead kisses and there was only so much my little brother could do. I shivered once again as I felt him tilt my head up even further, just as his lips started to drag over my left cheek, over the exact line where a tear slipped over my cheeks, a few seconds later.

The slow, purposeful movement of his perfect head, his magnetic eyes, his strong hands, and his soft, tempting lips demonstrated his desire to kiss me this time since he couldn't do it the other time and like always, I can't push him away. I saw how Harry's gaze fell on my lips when I parted them in readiness. He brought foward his head, and I held my breath, eager to taste those soft lips and hold strands of hair in my hands. Harry held the left side of my face with gentleness, raised his head and planted a long, loving kiss on my forehead. My body went weak. What just happened? Did Harry just put his lips on my forehead in that tender manner? A forehead kiss from Harry. What the hell does

Whether it’s a quiet dinner at a quaint little restaurant or a stroll through a scenic park, he puts in the effort to make me feel loved and cherished. The forehead kisses are something I’ve come to adore. They’re gentle, almost fleeting, but they leave a lingering warmth that spreads through me. Every time his lips brush against my skin, I feel a flutter in my stomach, a reminder that despite everything, there’s still a deep connection between us. It’s those small gestures that make me realize how much I want more from him—more closeness, more affection, more of everything.

I needed this now more than ever, that is the only reason why I am staying, why my lips had parted slightly and why my toes were digging into my shoe with anticipation. His soft lips against my skin forced my eyes open and the first thing I saw was his tanned neck, the slight movement of his Adam’s apple. I looked up and realized, he was kissing my forehead. My heart stopped for a moment before it chose to melt making my knees run to follow it. Why my forehead? “This is how couples bid goodbye in Elisora.” I heard him say and before I could utter a word, he had walked away but not before I caught that blue peeking yet again.

He ask me. I shake my head. I'm still finding it hard to breathe properly. He place his hand on my waist and pulls me closer to him. Then he pecks my forehead. My eyes close unconsciously the moment he kisses my forehead. His lips linger on my forehead for a while before he kisses me on the nose and finally on the lips.