Novel & Cerita What Do A Forehead Kiss Mean

he beams, his voice thick as his lips embrace my forehead. “Why do you do that?” I chuckle awkwardly, feeling flustered by Elijah’s outpour of affection. “Do what?” his forehead wrinkles as a look of confusion spreads across his angelic face. “Kiss my forehead. You do it a lot,” I blush, “-not that I’m complaining, at all,” I admit, growing accustomed to his subtle display of affection.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

” I kiss his forehead. ”Yeah” Ashton mumbles.

His face tightened slightly like he noticed too, then unexpectedly, he grabbed my face and pressed his forehead briefly against mine. It was not soft or romantic. Just... strange. Like he was grounding himself, and that thought made my breathing hitch. What was he doing? When he pulled back, something unreadable flashed across his face. Fear, Possession or relief. I couldn't tell. But suddenly he kissed my forehead quickly and I gaped at him in shock. His action had been controlled, rude, and almost awkward. Like he hadn't meant to but my brain still short-circuited. Because, what. The. Hell?!

I had my eyes closed tightly, breathing heavily, waiting to feel the pair of lips on my own when I felt the said pair of soft lips on myself. He kissed me on my forehead. He had just kissed me, but on the 'Forehead'. I opened my eyes feeling the lingering kiss on my forehead, feeling a little bit of relief and anger too. I don't why, but I wasn't feeling as happy as I had thought I would be. Why didn't he kiss me on the lips? Did he not want to kiss me on the lips? Is something wrong with my lips? Or am I not looking beautiful enough to be kissed?

she breathed, her voice a plea, a question. I kissed her, slow at first, then desperate, pouring every apology, every promise into it. She kissed me back, fierce and breaking, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. It wasn’t lust, it was survival, two people drowning and holding on. Her lips trembled against mine, tears mixing with the heat, and I felt her heart, her trust, fracturing and reforming in my arms.

He caressed my hairs and cheeks before kissing my forehead. I wondered if kissing forehead was some habit of these people and smiled in my haze. He let me hold him to sleep and even kissed my forehead. Was it really just friendship or was it more? The questions flashed and lost in my head. It was not a matter of thinking anyways, what will finding answers would do? I let myself fall deeper in sleep with a calm mind and easeful sleep. The pain in my neck finally eased a little because of his constant massaging of my hair but that might just be my delusion from sleep.

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.

Now, he’s getting pastries. But shit. The guy brought me to France. And our relationship that isn’t really a relationship is beginning to feel exactly like a real relationship. I mean, the forehead kiss. You don’t forehead kiss a girl you’re just f**king or a girl you care about. Nope. You forehead kiss a girl you want to be with because you know if she wants you too, it’ll make her spine tingle.

These strange people, I knew it; they must want to protest because I supported Brian not kissing Ashley. "You disappointed Ashley, and it's not fair, Brian. We felt the same way!" Jeremy chimed in. Sam nodded in agreement. They were acting like children, and I couldn't help but find my two friends amusing. How could they force someone to kiss a woman like that? "What's not fair about it? Weren't you all conspiring to get me to kiss that girl? I won't do it; it's foolish. Besides, a kiss on the forehead is much better and more meaningful. If you understand, a kiss on the forehead signifies affection, while a kiss on the lips is just an ordinary expression of desire. I'm not like you guys; I r