Kiss On Forehead Means の小説・ストーリー

All of a sudden, the person kissed my forehead and said something before I dozed off again. "Goodnight, my Solaria."

Even so, I found myself not flinching when I felt his lips on my forehead. Bakit? Hinahanap-hanap ko ba 'to? He planted a kiss on my forehead, it was simple yet it felt so genuine. It was long yet I didn't pushed him. In fact, my hands seemed to have lives of their own and reached up to him. I was embarrassed by the fact that my hands touched his sides. Pumaraan ang mga kamay ko kasama ang aking mga braso at bumalot sakaniya. And in just seconds, I was already hugging him.

I closed my eyes as he kissed my forehead, soft and slow, a promise sealed in warmth. “You’re mine,” he murmured, “and I’m yours. And with our little one, that's family.”

He kissed my forehead and leaned on my shoulder level to whisper words, "You are always in my mind. I didn't miss you a bit because your presence never left my side." Is this a liah effect? After falling for me, he became a very cheesy person. I chuckled, then tiptoad to grant him a kiss on his lips. It was supposed to be a peck, a soft touching of lips for a short time, but our longing for each other enveloped our hearts, pushing us to be driven by the feeling of wanting to taste each other. I deepened the kiss, so did he. I started unbuttoning his polo...