Meaning Of Kiss In Forehead の小説・ストーリー

"With a kiss on the forehead." His eyebrow furrowed in confusion. I knew that he was a bit taken back that I was asking a stranger to kiss me on my forehead, but I just had no choice since I had to take any chance that I could take to make physical contact with him. I have to retrieve my essence back! "Did I hear that right? You said to kiss you?" I nodded. "That's odd. Don't we have a great hearing? why can't you understand, I didn't even whisper?"

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.

Breathing heavily, they found solace in the aftermath of their shared intimacy, resting their foreheads against each other's as they savored the closeness that had enveloped them. In that silent moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving only the echo of their shared breaths and the warmth of newfound emotions. It was a kiss that went beyond the physical; it was a declaration, a revelation, and a promise that lingered in the air as they rested, foreheads pressed together, basking in the aftermath of a kiss that had forever altered the course of their connection.

He asked. "You wish." She teased. "Just stop going around planting forehead kisses on people, especially the ones you don't know. It's not nice." She told him, rolling her eyes. "Forehead kisses are just for the lucky few, you and my family, not for any random person." He said, shoving the first spoon of food into his mouth. "If given the opportunity, I'll plant kisses on your forehead every minute." "Oh! Look who doesn't give a fuck." She snarled.

But then Mandy groaned, a groan that I know is not because she is affected and got turned on by our kiss but because she is losing her breath. And that's our cue to finally stop kissing. We pressed our foreheads against each other, though. And no, we did not talk about this. Even the kiss is a decision I made on the spot after seeing my family's reaction, and I am glad that Mandy went along with it. This affectionate move of pressing our foreheads is somewhat a silent understanding between the two of us that this is something to be done. It's like our brains have been connected, and now we are thinking and moving alike.

I said, seeing his brow furrow. He drew me closer to him. His hands are wrapped around my waist. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. I was stunned by what he did, but I let him. That was strange of him to do. Kissing someone on the forehead is the purest thing a human being can do. And it's extremely unusual for a rough man like him to do it. Since then, I've known he wasn't the type of person who could show this side of himself. But here he is, doing something I never imagined he would do. I swallowed as he felt me, and he continued to kiss my brow. I tried to get his attention by clearing my throat. But it had no effect because he ignored me.

I kissed his forehead, "Okay, baby. The blood moon it is."

I took a drink of my smoothie. "Is that all?" she asked, sounding disappointed. "No. Before I went to bed he kissed me on the forehead... and I know that it's really lame, but oh my God, it was niiiiice. Seriously, should a kiss on the forehead feel that... dirty?" "Well, since it's your boyfriend's brother and he's really, really freaking hot... I don't think it's too lame. Wait, was it just a peck?" "Well... it was more like a warm, intimate pressing his lips to my skin."

Then he quickly kissed her forehead. The feeling of warm lips on the forehead is both soft and light. Jenny, who was feeling uncomfortable, suddenly stiffened, looked up at Daniel's smiling face, and was finally startled.

he said "I will accept only if you are comfortable" I smiled and kissed him on his forehead i asked "why you are always asking me for a kiss on forehead" he said "because I love that kiss" I smiled he cupped my cheeks and landed his lips on mine I melted in his tasted he is sucking my lips his hand is on my waist he is pressing my waist I don't know what kind of feel it is he bited my lips I opened my mouth his tongue entered into my mouth and exploring