What Does It Mean When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

He touched my face and kissed my forehead. Why my forehead? That's only what he does, kiss my forehead. He never... Kissed me. I wish I could ask but... This happened. "You're wondering why I don't kiss your lips, huh?" He asked, touching my small lips. I bit it and looked away from him. "I'm saving it for that night" he whispered into my ear. Jeez.... Did he have to sound so hot?

The slow, purposeful movement of his perfect head, his magnetic eyes, his strong hands, and his soft, tempting lips demonstrated his desire to kiss me this time since he couldn't do it the other time and like always, I can't push him away. I saw how Harry's gaze fell on my lips when I parted them in readiness. He brought foward his head, and I held my breath, eager to taste those soft lips and hold strands of hair in my hands. Harry held the left side of my face with gentleness, raised his head and planted a long, loving kiss on my forehead. My body went weak. What just happened? Did Harry just put his lips on my forehead in that tender manner? A forehead kiss from Harry. What the hell does

Then he faced me, brushed my hair behind my ear. “It’s just the blood,” he whispered. “You’re okay. You’re supposed to bleed, right? First time. Yeah?” Yeah. I knew that. But I stared down. Heavens knew I was ashamed. I wasn’t even sure of anything at that point. Hayden lifted my chin gently to look at him. Our eyes met, and he smiled. “I’m an ugly mess.” He shook his head. Then he leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead. He looked at me again, my chin still in his hands.

She feels his lips on her forehead as soon as she turns her face towards him. Her eyes widened as he placed his lips on her forehead. "He gives her a long kiss on her forehead." He never kissed her on the forehead during their past kisses, but today he planted a kiss on her forehead for the first time, and she feels the kiss. Both make eye contact while looking at each other. He placed his hand on her cheek, cupping and grabbing her entire cheek. She closed her eyes as he came close to her eyes, and then he planted a sweet kiss on her left cheek, tilting his head to his right cheek—he planted another kiss on her right cheek.

I quipped, but my breath caught as he leaned in, his hand brushing my cheek. “You’re not just an assistant,” he said, voice low. And then he kissed me: soft, then fierce, like he’d been holding it back all day. I kissed him back, heat flooding me, the world fading. For a moment, it was just us, the city a distant hum. Then reality crashed in. Frankie. The merger. Victor’s smirk. I pulled away, heart racing. “I need air,” I lied, stepping back. He nodded, eyes searching mine. “Don’t go far.”

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.

I looked at him. He holds my hand and kisses the back of it. "I missed you." I raised my brow. "That's what all you got? Just a kiss on my hand?" I smirked. "I already kissed you on the cheek." He smiled playfully as if he already knew what I am implying. "Is that all? That's the kissing you said to me on the phone?" I bit my lips seductively. I want to kiss him too, seriously. He comes near me and holds my both cheeks. I closed my eyes, I thought he is going to kiss me on the lips but instead, his lips landed on my forehead. I opened my eyes and glared at him.

"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?"

To make matters worse, the man was staring at her with such dreamy eyes! Taylor was going to collapse under his gaze! The man's lips curved into a lazy half smile. "Can we go somewhere? He whispered in her ears, making her shiver, making her legs ache. She followed him, as he led her from the room filled with people dancing to a private room.. Everyone they met on the way, acknowledged him like he was a very important personality. Taylor could not wrap her head around it, she had no time to think about it, cos immediately they got in, he was leaning into her, Kissing her fiercely, his hands ravaging her, reaching for her zipper, pulling down her dresss.

He offered and I gave him my nod. I don't know why he always kissing me. He kissed my with his tongue and on my forehead. The forehead kisses were normal but those kisses with tongue is obviously not. Mom said it is only for those people who love each other or in a relationship. But me and him were not in relationship. I am literally confused on how should I address those kisses of him and how I should see them. I just knew that I do love them and I will be sad if one day, Icki will stop.