He Kisses My Forehead Novels & Stories

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Hug me.” My lips curved faintly. “Kiss me on the forehead.” I barely finished the sentence before Nick suddenly grabbed me. My eyes widened. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. Then—He kissed my forehead once, then again, then my cheek and other cheek, then my nose, my lips and neck. “Nick!” I burst out laughing, trying to push him away as he continued his ridiculous attack of kisses. “What are you doing?”

"With a kiss on the forehead." His eyebrow furrowed in confusion. I knew that he was a bit taken back that I was asking a stranger to kiss me on my forehead, but I just had no choice since I had to take any chance that I could take to make physical contact with him. I have to retrieve my essence back! "Did I hear that right? You said to kiss you?" I nodded. "That's odd. Don't we have a great hearing? why can't you understand, I didn't even whisper?"

Yes, the very first day I saw him. He got closer to me until there was no space between us. This was it, he was going to kiss me. My lips parted slightly as I was ready for him to devour them. When there was no space left between us, he rested his forehead on mine and I was sure he was going to kiss me but instead, he kissed me on the forehead. I frowned. Was I actually expecting him to kiss me? He went to his dresser and I sat down on his bed.

He cupped my cheek gently, his touch warm and comforting, sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s enough for me that you’re trying to understand,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “But believe me, I’m more than capable of making this work. No matter what happens, I won’t leave you.” Then, with a quick peck on my forehead, he smiled and walked away, leaving me standing there with my cheeks flushed. He kissed me on my forehead?! I walked into my class, only to find everyone’s eyes on me. The girls in the room were glaring, as if I had done something wrong to them.

I can die for that smile. “Actually, you don’t have to answer. Your eyes speak way more than your lips does and I trust your eyes more than your lips,” he says as he presses his lips against my forehead and I have never felt so much beautiful like I am feeling right now. It is just a kiss on the forehead but it feels so much special. It feels like I am being watched over by someone. This feels quite good and quite heavenly. He breaks the kiss from my forehead and then gazes at my eyes and fixes them into mine.

I squeezed his hand back. He took his time to answer me. He turned his face towards me and suddenly kissed my forehead making me go all red, “Sure,” He looked at me softly, “Let’s do it.”

she asked and I touched my forehead where his lips had touched last night and felt the flutter in my stomach, oh, the man was doing things to me if just a fucking harmless kiss was making me lose my mind like this. “Your forehead? That’s even better than making out, oh, he is so into you,” She let out, the excitement returning to her voice. “Really? How so?” I asked. wanting to know more. “You don’t know what a kiss on the forehead means? What do you even know Arielyn?” She asked in a scolding voice, I didn’t know a lot of things and I didn’t mind as long as it was not needed for survival. “Are you going to tell me or not?”

The moonlight shone on his face, illuminating him amidst the darkness that enveloped us as of this one moment. Even through the dark, I could see him smile at me with those sexy thin lips, and he slowly leaned forward to me while I stayed still in place, waiting for his lips to land on mine. Surprisingly, instead of my lips, I felt his breath over my forehead, and he kissed me gently on there. I subconsciously touched my forehead, startled as this was the first time I had been kissed by a man other than my late father on the forehead. Badump. Badump. Badump.

We both froze for a heartbeat. Her eyes glistened a little, and before she could look away, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes, exhaling softly, and I stayed there for a moment — letting my lips linger against her skin, hoping she could feel everything I couldn’t say out loud. When I pulled back, she smiled weakly. “You keep doing that.” “Doing what?” “Kissing my forehead like it’ll fix everything.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe it will.”

"I do not know much about you, so I just wanted to learn something new about you!" He moved his lips and kissed me on my hair below the brow, forcing me to close my eyes for a moment. "GOODNIGHT!" He closed his eyes and fell asleep right after kissing me on the forehead. He closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly. I could tell he was exhausted because he did not blink his eyes for a single second. There are numerous kinds of kisses. A few body kisses are romantic, but a forehead kiss is a gift of love. I stroked his cheek with my thumb, rubbing it against his muscular chest.