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

After a few moments, the door opened and his beautiful date stepped out with her purse and coat. "Let's go?" He grinned at her. He extended his hand, and she gracefully took it. He bent down and kissed her knuckles. "This is only for this one time," she reminded him. "Hey, don't say that; it's bad luck," he said. He held her hand with his right hand while his left hand carefully rested on the small of her back. She looked at the gesture, but he remained a perfect gentleman. In the elevator, he noticed she was a little anxious, so he pressed her hand gently. "Hey, don't worry. I won't do anything stupid. I won't kiss or hug you unless you permit me."

It will take all the pain away. "thank you... for sharing your safe heaven with me. And thank you for sharing a part of your life with me as well" He said and forwarded his hand I didn't know what he wanted but he pulled my hand and placed a kiss on the back of my hand.... and I gasped... what just happened! How was it guys? Leave comments and votes. It just takes a second. Keep voting and commenting. Love you all. XOXO

I told him my ability. "A peck on lip or kiss." he gave me two options. "A kiss on both cheeks, forehead, hand and nose. That's final." I stated crossing my hands on my chest. "Kiss on both cheeks, forehead, chin, hand and nose." he also stated his final decision. "Deal?" I asked him extending my hand towards him. "Deal." he said and shook my hand firmly. Now it is gonna be awkward. I didn't even give kiss on cheek to some guy before.

Even though Hayden had only returned his greeting earlier. Then the man spoke to me again, as his eyes were now looking at me. "Well, have a nice day." Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my hand. My eyes had to bulge when he did that. Suddenly, I pulled my hand away from his hand. I felt like there was an electric shock when I felt the man's lips touching the skin of my hand. It felt very strange and something else. The man just smiled faintly at me. I looked at him questioningly, and I felt a bit of fear. Why did he dare to do that to me?

I didn’t want this moment to end, so I asked, “Are you leaving?” He smiled, taking my hand in his and rubbing it softly. “I have an online meeting to attend,” he explained, his voice calm and reassuring. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, but before I could say anything, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “I’m staying next to your room,” he uttered softly. “After freshening up, come there.” He stood up, and I couldn’t help but admire his naked body as he moved. A smile spread across my face. I still couldn’t believe he’d kissed my hand, such a simple gesture, yet it stirred something deep inside me.

I confessed, my gaze dropping to our entwined hands. He nodded understandingly. "Take all the time you need. I'm here for you, every step of the way." Gently lifting his face, he planted a small kiss on my forehead. It wasn't the first time he had kissed me there or on my cheeks, but this one felt different. It felt like more than a gesture—it felt like a reassurance that I belonged to him.

I won’t be able to eat in his presence, and I love to eat. A strange expression flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it, then stunned me by reaching out and grabbing my hand. I gasped when electrifying tingles ran through my veins. ‘What the?’ Did he feel them? If he did, he didn’t show it. Then, he did the unexpected…he pulled it towards his lips and kissed the back of my hand. I tensed, took a sharp breath, and gulped. I felt as if I were being swept up by the electrifying magnetic pull he was exerting. If any other guy had tried grabbing my hand, I probably would have snatched it away quickly, but I was frozen by his action and the touch of his lips. The tingling in my veins made me

“Yeah, but he got to kiss her!” “Well, yeah, but you should know that sometimes, holding someone’s hand is better than a kiss. Think about it, boss. For now, just finish that coffee ‘cause I need to finish that report you asked from me.” “Alright, Kelly. Thanks!” “Holding hands is better than a kiss?” He repeated, “holding hands is better than a kiss?” He nodded his head “holding hands is better than a kiss.” For that day, the sentence had become his mantra. It made him feel better. It brought back a lot of times when they touched or held hands.

We stay staring into each other's eyes without saying anything. He reaches for my other hand as he gently presses his fingers on my palm. As he does this he looks straight into my eyes. This time when he holds my hand he takes it to his lips and plants a gentle kiss on the palm of my hand. I can't help but feel excited as he does this. He opened his mouth and put my fingers inside as he start sucking on my fingertips.