Meaning Of Kiss In Forehead の小説・ストーリー

“Benjamin kissed me.” “What?” Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes. He kissed me,” I said, rubbing my throat. “You mean, like, he really kissed you? Wow!” Her eyes sparkled like she was already imagining a love scene. I quickly shook my head, realizing she misunderstood. “No, not on the lips. He kissed my forehead.” “Oh…” Her excitement dropped for a second, but it didn’t last long. “Still, why would he kiss your forehead? Does he like you?” she asked, already convinced. “Remember how I always said he might like you, and you never believed me? Well, look now!”

He cupped my face, his fingers rubbing on my cheeks as I took in the tasty alcohol off his lips, it seemed as though that intoxicated me as I wanted more immediately, I wanted more of him, more of what he could give me, I didn’t want the moment to end. He finally unlocked our long locked lips and looked deep into my eyes, I could see the affection and longing in his eyes, even though I knew it was fake as he still thought I was his late wife, I still melt at that look, and my panties were already filled with my wetness. He closed his eyes and kissed my forehead softly, a affectionate kiss, claiming me as his. He pulled back and looked into my eyes once again, “you had a meaning for every kis

He knows how to protect and he knows how to take care of Hannah, the old man added. From their position, the old man and his son saw Adam holding Hannah's head and kissed Hannah in her forehead. "That's the sign of respect son, he kissed her in forehead to show the lady how much he respects her. That's the right thing to do son." The old man said when he saw his son's face frowned. I know what's on your mind, why did he kissed her in the forehead instead of lips right? Well, I told you the answer with it, the old man added.

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.

"Hmm." "I love you." He kissed my forehead. "I love you too." ---

" Dennis asked me I was stunned because Dennis kissed my forehead, just nodded my head wistfully even though I felt a little hot on my eyes "but it's flushed" Dennis pointed to my forehead. "Yeah, it's like that" I replied awkwardly "did I do a big mistake?" asked Dennis anxiously. His face shows guilt now, suddenly I laughed out loud. This is ridiculous, he tried to make my illness not recur by kissing my forehead so quickly, but when there was a little red rash on my forehead Dennis looked really worried "where's your medicine? I'm sorry, ”said Dennis worriedly.

“Yeah” Indeed, Antonio's response was immediate, a testament to the deep connection between us. He bent down and tenderly planted a kiss on my forehead. The sensation of his lips touching my skin sent a wave of warmth and affection surging through me, leaving me momentarily breathless. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about his love and understanding.

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.

Her lips, soft and inviting, held the promise of stolen kisses and whispered secrets, a gateway to a realm of shared intimacy and affection. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, I leaned in and gently planted a tender kiss on her forehead, a silent testament to the love that resided within me. The softness of her skin against my lips sent a surge of warmth coursing through my veins, reaffirming the depth of my devotion.

“Promise?” He kissed my forehead. “Promise.” I closed my eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek.