He Kisses My Forehead Novels & Stories

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?

I whispered to him. I closed my eyes tightly and waited in anticipation. I was waiting for a rough kiss on my lips, but I felt a feathery sensation that was placed on my forehead. I opened my eyes and was met with Kairo’s sharp jawline. Did he just—did he just kiss me on the forehead? I blushed as my heart raced like a horse in a race. Fuck, be strong, my heart. We can’t be feeling this right now. He pulled back from the forehead kiss and smiled at me, the corner of his eyes crinkling from the action.

He leaned forward and pecked my forehead and I didn’t know what to think anymore. “What did you do to get yourself such a job?” he asked again but my mind chose to dwell on the fact that he had given me a forehead kiss even in a situation like this. If you didn’t know, then know now. Forehead kisses are the way to the soul, let me tell you now. To the guys reading this, give your girl a kiss on her forehead and she will spill her guts for another kiss. “Wrong again babe” he said and full on kissed me.

No lips, no tongue was involved just a simple forehead kiss. I stood there in my kitchen with the beer can in my hands panicking as I started sorting out the weird feeling. I slightly glance upstairs to my bedroom and this adrenaline sweeps over me. "I kissed her forehead" I bit my lip and closed my eyes tightly trying to get the thing out of my mind. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get her out of my head.

' that thought came to me first, remembering how he kissed me last time. 'Damn! I can't move!' He was coming nearer and nearer but I may be crazy, but my eyes closed, assuming he was going to kiss me but nothing happened, and when I opened my eyes his eyes were too close to me that I get startled but he rolled his eyes and I noticed a folder on his hands, he surely got it at the desk behind me. I was stupid to think that he was about to kiss me, sh*t things happened but this was more than embarrassment especially when he asked...

He nodded and started the engine. When we got home, he walked me to the door, then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. What the hell was that? Was I his grandmother now? Since when did forehead kisses replace real ones? "Thanks for the grandma kiss, but I'm good." "So you want a kiss on the lips then?" His eyes were so intense that I couldn't help but blush. "I..I d.. don't know what you're t..talking about..." "You sure about that? Because it looks like you want to." He continued, locking eyes on my lips.

He leaned down and the sensation of lips pressing against my forehead made everywhere feel much brighter. Somehow, this kiss on the forehead felt more intimate. I bit my lip and nodded. “I will go along with what you say.” “I expect so,” he handed me a piece of folded paper. …

After an embarrassing ten seconds of waiting, I slowly opened my eyes again and there he was, smiling like he won some lottery. I couldn’t even be mad because I made a fool of myself when I closed my eyes expecting him to kiss me. I tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in again and this time, I made sure my eyes stayed open. I refuse to fall for his tricks a second time. I didn’t expect him to actually push through with the kiss and didn’t expect him to go for my forehead instead of my lips. “Ahhh—“ I gasped softly when his lips settled on my forehead. My eyes fluttered closed as the warmth inside me spread wider and I felt tingling everywhere. I held my breath as h

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

My hand reaches his cheek. He smiles, kissing my forehead, and that tells me what I need to know. It hurts when he doesn’t knot with me.