Meaning Of Kiss In Forehead の小説・ストーリー

The bed moved slowly along their breathy moans echoed around the warm chalet. After a very long time, Blair's body ached... ached for more although she was utterly tired. They breathed laying next to each other and he tossed towards her looking her angelic face. "I love you Blair..." he caressed her cheeks as he kissed her forehead. It is said that whenever a man kisses you on the forehead after the sex, it is straight from his heart. It means he cherishes you, adores you and wants to keep you. Thinking about it, she made a blushing face when she replied, "We are not a secret anymore."

He then, pulled his lips closer to mine, suddenly he kissed me, and I kissed back. The kiss became intense, we both kissed we reckless Abaddon, our tongues wrestling for dominance. As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment. We knew that we had a long journey ahead of us, but we were ready to face it together. After what seemed like eternity, Gabriel ended the kiss, while I gasps for breath. After gasping for a while, I got myself. Gabriel carried me to his inner room, saying he wanted to show me some files.

He pulled me closer and took his lips to my forehead, leaving a soft kiss on my head, he pulled me into another hug and we stayed there for a while taking in each other's scent. After a while, he finished up with cleaning my wounds before letting me clean his. What just happened today, what did all this mean? His pain, his anger? The forehead kiss. He said he cared about me and never wanted to see me hurt. I wiped my eyes softly, I shouldn’t let this feelings kick in. I shouldn’t let this feelings grow. I should kill it before it’s too late. No Lena! I smiled. I’d kill it before it’s too late.

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

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.

He also pulled the blanket covered in the naked body. From my lips like before, he kissed me on both cheeks, on the jawline, on the forehead so I even got to joke. "The kiss on the forehead is like a kiss for Grandma." I laughed and said to him, he frowned. "You don't want that?" "Of course I want to! I want all of your kisses." I answered him in a panic, nervous that he might not kiss me again but it was too late when I realized that it was like the double meaning of I said.

A forehead kiss from Harry. What the hell does that even mean?

"Thank you." He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger, and the simple act shredded her heart. Whereas a peck on the cheek could be informal, construed as a greeting or dismissal, a kiss on the forehead relayed so much more. To her, it meant deep intimacy, told a story. It said you're mine and I care, while hinting at protection and fondness. Throat unbearably tight, she closed her eyes, needing to lighten the mood. "This wouldn't be a ploy for round two, would it? You don't need compliments. Just ask." She smiled at him, but he stiffened.

I lied and didn't look up at him. I felt him touch my nape and he kissed my forehead. "Rest, then." he said in the middle of his kiss on me. They say a kiss on the forehead is a secret message of ... love and tenderness. He might look ruthless because of this awra he got. He might be heartless by his words sometimes, but I don't see those things right now. I don't know why he's letting me see this soft side of him. But, I somehow felt special.

I whispered to him. I closed my eyes tightly and waited in anticipation. I was waiting for a rough kiss on my lips, but I felt a feathery sensation that was placed on my forehead. I opened my eyes and was met with Kairo’s sharp jawline. Did he just—did he just kiss me on the forehead? I blushed as my heart raced like a horse in a race. Fuck, be strong, my heart. We can’t be feeling this right now. He pulled back from the forehead kiss and smiled at me, the corner of his eyes crinkling from the action.