He Kisses My Forehead Novels & Stories

she murmurs, looking behind to check I do not know who. I just put a hand behind her head and lean in to kiss her forehead. She seems to get surprised as I see her eyes widening and her lips parting. What? Kissing the forehead is a simple thing. She can't retort as I have not taken her mouth for a needy kiss. Aye, Zahir, what are you even thinking? “Take care, okay?” I whisper, my breath fanning her forehead. She nods. “Okay.” The answer comes like she is lost in her own thinking but still has heard me clearly. I hope that too.

I told myself. I couldn't help but wonder about the meaning of different types of kisses. What did a kiss on the forehead symbolise? I had read somewhere that it represented respect, admiration, and protection. It felt comforting, reassuring. I thought about the whole love thing, lovey dovey, smooching kinds and those bundles of romantic gestures, the unspoken language of affection. Each kiss held its own significance, its own message. And Alex's kiss on my forehead had stirred a lot of emotions within me. It felt like a delicate dance, a step towards something more profound, more, yunno, I don't know.

he said, full of sincerity. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I couldn't avoid that kiss. That made me speechless. I was still stunned as he left me sitting and thinking about the forehead kiss his lips gave me.

He kissed my forehead more gently now. “You’re marked,” he whispered quietly against my skin. I did not answer. I could not even bring myself to speak, so I smiled instead.

I had my eyes closed tightly, breathing heavily, waiting to feel the pair of lips on my own when I felt the said pair of soft lips on myself. He kissed me on my forehead. He had just kissed me, but on the 'Forehead'. I opened my eyes feeling the lingering kiss on my forehead, feeling a little bit of relief and anger too. I don't why, but I wasn't feeling as happy as I had thought I would be. Why didn't he kiss me on the lips? Did he not want to kiss me on the lips? Is something wrong with my lips? Or am I not looking beautiful enough to be kissed?

He offered and I gave him my nod. I don't know why he always kissing me. He kissed my with his tongue and on my forehead. The forehead kisses were normal but those kisses with tongue is obviously not. Mom said it is only for those people who love each other or in a relationship. But me and him were not in relationship. I am literally confused on how should I address those kisses of him and how I should see them. I just knew that I do love them and I will be sad if one day, Icki will stop.

I kiss her forehead, both of her eyelids and the tip of her nose. It makes her giggle a little when I kiss her nose. Now time to investigate.

“It is. It'll be helpful too.” “Let's do it.” “That's my girl,” He kissed my forehead. For the first time, I felt real peace.

I closed my eyes and I felt like being drowned by sleep. ~ I woke up when I felt someone continuously caressing my hair softly and kissing my forehead showing me how he respects me. I love it when someone kisses me on the forehead instead of the lips, it's much sweeter for me because I felt so loved and respected, it's already a big thing for me and that's why I love him, he never failed to make me feel awesome. I haven't opened my eyes yet, I want him to continue what he's doing, I want his hands on my hair. I love how he makes me feel the butterflies in my stomach just like teenagers.

, I frowned. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry. I had read somewhere that a forehead kiss means protection. It's respect. It says that you're mine and don't ever leave my side. It also says that I care about you, and I don't want you to get hurt. And last but not least, It says that I will come between you and whatever tried to hurt you." I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out of it. I could smell the geniuses of his feeling when he said those words to me.