He Kisses My Forehead Novels & Stories

And again I stood there frozen as he moved closer and closer, and his hands went up to my neck. He caressed it gently, and I almost shut my eyes out of pleasure, and he kissed my forehead immediately. It was a gentle kiss and so refreshing. He kissed my forehead just like that!

I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He finally looked up at me, his eyes glistening under the moonlight. “But it wasn’t enough. You almost died.” I sank to my knees beside him, took both his hands in mine, and pressed them to my chest. “But I didn’t. I’m right here. With you.” He stared at me, then leaned down and kissed me on forehead, not hard, not rushed. Just a soft, lingering kiss on forehead , like he was memorizing the moment. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered into the space between our mouths.

I'm going to let him, I realize. My heart is beating rapidly, crazily in my chest, and just as I close my eyes to receive his lips, he moves and I feel him on my forehead rather than my mouth. My eyes slowly opens and I see he shifted and pecked my forehead instead. I should be thankful, kissing on the lips isn't something we can easily go back from and a forehead kiss is not as serious but with Roman, what's normal is not normal and somehow a forehead kiss from him makes me feel more than I imagine I would from an actual kiss.

I nodded my head he kissed on my forehead iam surprised by his sudden kiss on my forehead I really loved this kiss he hugged me again and slept I said "tomorrow we have exam let's go to college we should study" he said "few minutes princess let's cuddle" I caressed his hair I feel like iam doing baby sitting

I lied and didn't look up at him. I felt him touch my nape and he kissed my forehead. "Rest, then." he said in the middle of his kiss on me. They say a kiss on the forehead is a secret message of ... love and tenderness. He might look ruthless because of this awra he got. He might be heartless by his words sometimes, but I don't see those things right now. I don't know why he's letting me see this soft side of him. But, I somehow felt special.

I don’t know if he is just too shy to look at me or he is just mesmerized by the paintings on the wall. “Well, I will start now. I hope you won’t get bored. You can turn on the TV if you want. I call you when it’s ready” I said. I kissed his forehead. Just a habit, there is a belief that when you kiss your lover on their forehead means that you are respecting them. So I always kiss him in that part of his face. I saw the reddening of his face, it made him to look away. I smile. I never thought that I would be experiencing such emotions. I never thought that I can be crazy in love with this person.

He is already looking at my lips intently. I kissed his forehead. "Traizle... you kissed me on my fucking forehead." he said, stuttering. "Yes, I did. And so?" I asked back. If I hadn't done that, I believe we'd already kissed. Not now, not when I have so many problems I am facing. Just wait until I finish everything, and I will make the first move you won't expect. "I just thought that my forehead was lucky." he retorted. "Can my lips experience it, too?" he asked.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

"All the time in the world." He leaned forward then, pressing his lips to my forehead in a gesture so tender it nearly broke something inside me. The kiss was chaste, respectful, and somehow more intimate than anything I'd experienced before. His lips were warm against my skin, and I closed my eyes, letting myself exist fully in that moment of connection.

he said as I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I shut my eyes as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I love it when he kisses my forehead. (Okay, I'm sure I must have said that a million times, but his lips! Oh! Lord have mercy). “Alright, go take a warm bath; I don't want you catching cold,” he said, releasing his hands from my face. I nodded with a smile, but I felt his grip again. He pulled me toward him, planting another kiss on my forehead, then my cheek. He rarely does that.