Novel & Cerita What Does It Mean When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead

His head crept forward… But he didn't kiss me. Instead, he placed a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead. It was a gesture of abiding tenderness, of protection, of unwavering support. It meant far more than a hasty kiss could ever mean. It meant, I see you. I'm here. Boundaries intact. As he pulled back, his eyes met mine, a wordless question and promise.

He asked me. "Yeah, it is. It is a good thing." I said my eyes dropping to his lips again as if it was being pulled by an invincible magnet. "You should go." I blurted before I could do something stupid. Like going in for another kiss. That would be extremely stupid and embarrassing. "Right. I will call you or maybe text you. It depends on how swamped I will be." He said. I nodded in understanding. "Have a safe flight." He kissed my forehead before entering the car. I don't know why him kissing my forehead felt more intimate than him literally fucking my mouth with his tongue. I stood there and waved until the car disappeared from my sight.

I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He finally looked up at me, his eyes glistening under the moonlight. “But it wasn’t enough. You almost died.” I sank to my knees beside him, took both his hands in mine, and pressed them to my chest. “But I didn’t. I’m right here. With you.” He stared at me, then leaned down and kissed me on forehead, not hard, not rushed. Just a soft, lingering kiss on forehead , like he was memorizing the moment. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered into the space between our mouths.

I growled at him feeling a rush of anger in my veins. “Well,” He looked troubled, “We’ve had a long day today!” He brought his hand down to my cheek and out of the blue he kissed my forehead and then ran away, “See you tomorrow!” He ran away at lightning speed leaving me there with so many thoughts in my mind but at the same time, my mind was completely blank. What!? What does that mean!?! Why would he reject my kiss only to give me one on the forehead and then run away??? Just what is wrong with him??

I closed my eyes and I felt like being drowned by sleep. ~ I woke up when I felt someone continuously caressing my hair softly and kissing my forehead showing me how he respects me. I love it when someone kisses me on the forehead instead of the lips, it's much sweeter for me because I felt so loved and respected, it's already a big thing for me and that's why I love him, he never failed to make me feel awesome. I haven't opened my eyes yet, I want him to continue what he's doing, I want his hands on my hair. I love how he makes me feel the butterflies in my stomach just like teenagers.

When I stepped outside the elevator car, I gripped Ace's hand tightly and walked alongside with him. He asked, "Are you trying to crush my hand? Look at me." I lifted my head and looked at him, he stared at me and asked, "Are you scared of heights?" I nodded at him. He smiled at me and came closer and kissed my forehead and said while looking at the front, "It's an astounding view isn't it?" Did he just kiss my forehead? What the hell was that for? Why did he kiss me? I touched my forehead and thought, 'Why did he kiss me? Why?' I let go of his hand because of the shock.

‘Vera, I’m going to kiss you all the time. He didn’t push it and kissed her lips. Though, he kissed her head. Luke had once heard somewhere that a kiss to the forehead meant much more than a kiss on the lips. He just hoped that she could feel that. That she understood the meaning behind the kiss. ‘You don’t have to answer me now. Honestly, it’s not how I pictured it. And believe me, I have imagined all sorts of ways to ask you.’ He said. He was rambling a bit.

Enzo asked, peering over at me. “I might get in trouble for coming back so late,” I told him, trying to remain serious and not smile. He reached over and touched my face gently. Then, he leaned closer and kissed me. This time, the kiss wasn’t sweet and simple like it had been in front of my father and Dee. This kiss was filled with hunger and lust; I could feel his desire for me, and it made my heart skip a beat. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I felt it growing loose until the strands were released from the ponytail holder and fell around my shoulders lazily.

he growled, his eyes boring into mine with intensity and impatience. It was stupid or me but I found his aggressiveness just a tad hot. It didn't help that he was staring at me like he wanted to fuck me against the wall or beat me up. "No, you won't answer or no you are not…* "No, I'm not fucking any other man." I yelled out in frustration and then stopped to look around. "Good.* Lorenzo said, satisfied with my answer and then kissed my forehead affectionately My lips thinned at this gesture. This was the first time he'd kissed my forehead and I wasn't sure how go feel about it.

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.