He Kisses My Forehead Novels & Stories

He kissed my forehead softly, and it gave me a strange sense of comfort. “I love you so much, Maddie,” he whispered. I was too tired to reply, but I heard him. And as I drifted off to sleep, that simple kiss on my forehead felt like a quiet promise—one that something good was waiting for us ahead.

"Haha, no. You’re stuck with me." He leans in, kissing my forehead softly, "Oh no. That’s awful," he says sarcastically, his lips brushing against my skin just long enough to send a wave of warmth through me.

I wasn’t one who fixated on appearances that much but I get my anxiety about this one and it’s all because of him. I do want to look good for him! But I know I’ll always look good to him, and it’s only been a few hours but have missed him so much. I want him to look at me the same way he did this morning before kissing me breathlessly against my own kitchen counter. God! And don’t even get me started on the forehead kiss again! That stupid forehead kiss has been haunting me all damn day. Because kisses are one thing. Forehead kisses? Those are psychologically emotional terrorism.

She seemed tired and stressed after her return today. "Actually, the work is okay. But I think you drained me a while ago." She said sitting on the bed. "Are you sore?" She nodded, blushing hard. "I am sorry that I can't say sorry for that. I will return with something to eat within ten minutes. You rest." Placing a kiss on her temple, headed to the kitchen. Why did I kiss her forehead? It was a loving gesture of a man who cherished his lover deeply. Kayla was just a bed warmer. Why did I do that?

Yes, I touched my forehead because. He kissed my FOREHEAD... Emir Blackiston kissed my forehead. ❤💕Authors note💕❤ Hey hola amigos... what do you think about the current chapter... so you like it??? Please do comment

Tipping my chin up, he leaned in and brushed his lips on mine oh-so-gently. He was not a gentle person, but with me, he was and I appreciated his efforts. A kiss landed on my cheek and I closed my eyes to feel the warmth of it. His lips traced down to my chin and then the other cheek. Last, when they touched my forehead, he whispered, “My beautiful Rose.”

And just like that, we stood there in each other's arms, watching as tiny snowflakes fell from the sky and as the little ray of the sun cast a brilliant glow on the trees. It was a beautiful moment. "Sally." He whispered, and I hummed. "Do you know what a kiss on the forehead means?" He asked. I turned to face me. "Tell me." He caressed my cheeks. "It means that I'll always love you and I'll always be there for you till death." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, and I felt my eyes water. The warmth spreading all over my body was overwhelming. "I love you more than anything in this world. " I tiptoed and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I can’t leave you here.” “It’s alright,” I sighed. “Just tell them I met some people I knew here and needed to do some catching up. And…I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.” “Embarrassed? Why would I?” he grinned. “Okay. If that’s what you want. I’ll take you back later.” He suddenly pulled me in a hug and kissed my forehead. I was surprised. They say a kiss in the forehead was a sign of genuine love and respect. Did he meant it that way too?

He said and caressed my forehead using his thumb. "Does it really hurt?" He asked me and looked down. I can't speak, he is so close to me and it's like he's breathing on my forehead. Fuck. What is this, why am I nervous? "Y-yeah..kinda," I said briefly. "I know something that can take the pain away." I immediately raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" "A kiss." I didn't have any chance to speak when I felt his soft lips plant a small kiss on my forehead.

Why am I tensed? Then our heads tilted toward each other. Smiles gleamed through our faces. Gelo pinched my chin softly. His head was crippled towards my face. Am I going to have my first kiss? No. His head moved up and he kissed my forehead. The golden rays of the sun passed through the gap between us. A kiss on the forehead means adoration to a friend, right? Not something romantic. “I love this moment for the two of us,” he said and he wrapped me inside his presence.