Meaning Of Kiss In Forehead Novels & Stories

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

I'm not sure if it's actually written anywhere but forehead kisses are actually more intimate than lip slash mouth kisses. Something about forehead kisses gives room for intimacy and care. Like, a show of love and compassion. Rowan ensures to show me that compassion every single day. Twice. When we seat down for breakfast and when we retire for bed. Every single night, we spend it together. Sometimes we don't have sex, sometimes we just sleep together and he holds me tight like if he should ever let go of me then I would evade him.

The bed was just too soft and my eyelids just too heavy. He kissed my forehead just as I lost the battle to stay awake, sending me off to dreamland on a kiss. “Sleep, Ava,” he whispered as I stole into dreams involving him. “I'll be here when you wake.”

He leaned forward and pecked my forehead and I didn’t know what to think anymore. “What did you do to get yourself such a job?” he asked again but my mind chose to dwell on the fact that he had given me a forehead kiss even in a situation like this. If you didn’t know, then know now. Forehead kisses are the way to the soul, let me tell you now. To the guys reading this, give your girl a kiss on her forehead and she will spill her guts for another kiss. “Wrong again babe” he said and full on kissed me.

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 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.

“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?

The look in his eyes was filled with so much love that I could feel it even without the bond. “Good. Now you understand how we feel every time that we look at you,” he said before leaning down to place a kiss to my forehead. I always swooned when they kissed my forehead because it felt so much more intimate. It was not just about the heat and passion. It was about pure adoration and love.

We hadn’t gone for testing the gender yet, and we were just enjoying the mystery with open hearts, loving every minute of it. He got up and stood in front of me, then smoothed my hair out of my face. “How’s the little one treating you?” He pulled me as close as my bump allowed, then massaged my temple with his hand. “Your little one is sitting right on my bladder. I nearly peed on myself while I was in a meeting.” I informed causing him to chuckle, then leaned in and kissed my forehead. There was just something about forehead kisses that just hit me differently. They were so… full of deep emotions, and genuine passion and they made me melt in a puddle every dang time.

“As long as you mean it.” “I do…” He kissed her forehead. “I mean it.”