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

When I remained hidden and silent, he cleared his throat. “Okay then. I’ll continue with that theory since I’ve got nothing else to work with.” He gave another slight pause, letting me jump in and say something. Then he shook his head. His voice took on a compassionate tone. “I admit, I should’ve known better. I have no idea what I was thinking by kissing you; you have to be somehow affiliated with the company, either as an employee or friend of one. But… But now that it’s happened, I don’t regret it. And I don’t want to stop with just that.”

Just like it happens in a movie. . "No. I just came here to say YES." "Yes, for what?", I dumbly asked on which he rolled his eyes. "I don't know. Some kiddo asked me to be her boyfriend 4 months before. Well, never mind", My eyes widened when I hear him because I never thought that he will say YES. "Hey, I am not a kiddo", I snapped on which he laughed. "Out of everything, you notice that?", He laughed on which I started grinning. I observed him leaning toward me and planted a kiss on my forehead. Though he has done this before as well but this is my first forehead kiss from my boyfriend.

Little Ashlyn, aged twelve, asked her brother James. "Of course, Asho. If a man had respect for a girl, he would give her a forehead kiss. This kiss shows how much a man is protective of the woman. How much does he care and respect her? And you're my baby, so from my side, this kiss means I care for you. I love you, and I'll always protect you." "So if my husband gives me a forehead kiss, then it'll mean he'll respect me and protect me. Right, he'll care for me." She sounded happy.

I nodded my head. He kissed my forehead, and I don't know what it is about forehead kisses, but there's something special about them. That seems to be coming from a place of sincerity, and how it was said gives me the sensation that someone loves me. His kisses went all the way down to my neck and cheeks, and lips. I let out a low groan every time he repressed his face against the back of my neck, and I could hear him gasping for air. The fact that he spent the entire interaction with his eyes closed made it quite evident that he did not intend this to be carried out in conjunction with me. I cringed and grabbed the pillow for support when he licked my cleavage . . .

I say, even though I know exactly the response he wants to hear. “You’re leaving out one thing.” “I was only naming a few.” “Hmm.” He mumbles and chuckles lightly. “I forgot how smart you are.” He leans closer and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. I noticed giving me forehead kisses is his habitual gesture of affection. It’s tender and affectionate and I love it. “We are going to engage in an activity, alright? But not separately. In fact, the activity is going to have us be so close, we will nearly fuse together.”

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 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 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

I heard him breathing deeply as he pulled his penis out of my asshole and slumped into the bed next to me. Zie smiled at me as we looked at each other, he slowly approached me and kissed me on the forehead which caused me to smile, I do not remember if he had kissed me on the forehead before or when was the last time he kissed me on the forehead but I was happy every time he did this to me, as if I felt a different thrill every time he kissed me on the forehead. It was as if his kisses on my lips meant that he wanted to taste me while his kisses on my forehead seemed to let me know that I was important to him.

He is already looking at my lips intently. I kissed his forehead. "Traizle... you kissed me on my fucking forehead." he said, stuttering. "Yes, I did. And so?" I asked back. If I hadn't done that, I believe we'd already kissed. Not now, not when I have so many problems I am facing. Just wait until I finish everything, and I will make the first move you won't expect. "I just thought that my forehead was lucky." he retorted. "Can my lips experience it, too?" he asked.