What Do A Forehead Kiss Mean Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Still my weird inner conscious wanted to look up the meaning of forehead kisses which I think is the wrong move cause not only the answers will give me another anxiety but I'll do something stupid. I took my phone out and open browser, typing the words in the search bar and hitting the magnifying glass for the results, Two seconds later the page turns into a pool of my anxiety where I see few articles on why forehead kisses mean you're falling in love or how they are the purest form of affection one can show to someone they're in love with. I quickly shut my phone and drank another sip, relieving the burning sensation down my throat for the third time as I take accountability for my stupid a

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

She frowned, the furrow between her brows deepening. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her skin. My fingers itched to find her neck, to squeeze enough that I know I’ll leave bruises behind. If it’s possible, my cock hardens even more at the thought of her wearing my mark on her neck for everyone to see. I want every fucker who looks at her to know who owns her. "Let me have this forehead kiss." I said instead. She blinked, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. I didn't wait for a response, my lips brushing against her forehead in a possessive, tender kiss.

Then, before I could say anything else, he leaned towards me and…. Kiss my forehead. "Yes I promise."

I wish he let me pull his cheeks forever and ever. He leaned down and kissed my forehead softly, automatically a blissful smile flashed on my face. I like it a lot when he kisses my forehead. I feel contented. "I want this sweet boyfriend forever." I uttered. "You can have him forever." He answered and my eyes widened in shock. What! Really? Is he joking?

My attempt at teasing him makes him look up at me with a strange expression. “I’ve...never kissed anyone before,” he mumbles, looking off-screen like he wants to vanish from the call. “I just want my first kiss to be something more, you understand.” I blink, caught off guard. “That’s weirdly sweet.” I admit, because it really is. “Okay. No lip kissing. Cheek kissing is okay, what of forehead kissing? Or just random hand brushing?” “I-uh-cheek is fine. I think. Probably. If I have a warning, forehead might make me a bit faint, and the hand thing-um, maybe? But not too much- my hands get all clammy and I get nervous.”

"I enjoy spending time with you." I smile, touched by his words. "Me too, Romain." He walks me to the door, and there, he places a light kiss on my forehead. It’s a simple gesture, but full of sweetness. A gesture that shows me he respects my way of moving forward, that he’s willing to wait, to take his time.

He takes strands in his hand, and I feel the lips he kissed me with linger on my hair. I stupidly think that is the end, but I am wrong. So wrong. He moves down. Kissing my forehead… okay, he has done this many times. So many times I cannot count. There was a time we even made a bet to see who could give the most forehead kisses daily. It does not stop there. He plants a kiss on my brows. I mean, this is also very normal. He loves kissing my face… I also do that to him whenever he asks.