What Does It Mean When He Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

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 took a drink of my smoothie. "Is that all?" she asked, sounding disappointed. "No. Before I went to bed he kissed me on the forehead... and I know that it's really lame, but oh my God, it was niiiiice. Seriously, should a kiss on the forehead feel that... dirty?" "Well, since it's your boyfriend's brother and he's really, really freaking hot... I don't think it's too lame. Wait, was it just a peck?" "Well... it was more like a warm, intimate pressing his lips to my skin."

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.

he said as I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I shut my eyes as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I love it when he kisses my forehead. (Okay, I'm sure I must have said that a million times, but his lips! Oh! Lord have mercy). “Alright, go take a warm bath; I don't want you catching cold,” he said, releasing his hands from my face. I nodded with a smile, but I felt his grip again. He pulled me toward him, planting another kiss on my forehead, then my cheek. He rarely does that.

I can die for that smile. “Actually, you don’t have to answer. Your eyes speak way more than your lips does and I trust your eyes more than your lips,” he says as he presses his lips against my forehead and I have never felt so much beautiful like I am feeling right now. It is just a kiss on the forehead but it feels so much special. It feels like I am being watched over by someone. This feels quite good and quite heavenly. He breaks the kiss from my forehead and then gazes at my eyes and fixes them into mine.

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 kisses my forehead; it is short, but it is not repulsive, and it causes my stomach to churn happily. "Good night." "Good night."

Amayra His knuckles traced on my cheek and I felt his warm breath really next to my face. The next moment, his lips touched my forehead. He kissed my forehead, cupping my face, giving chills down to my spine. Though his touch was icy because of the recent shower, I was feeling hotter. I couldn’t handle that anymore and opened my eyes, finding him staring at me. Our eyes met. Did he really kiss my forehead when I was sleeping or pretending to sleep?

I don’t know if he is just too shy to look at me or he is just mesmerized by the paintings on the wall. “Well, I will start now. I hope you won’t get bored. You can turn on the TV if you want. I call you when it’s ready” I said. I kissed his forehead. Just a habit, there is a belief that when you kiss your lover on their forehead means that you are respecting them. So I always kiss him in that part of his face. I saw the reddening of his face, it made him to look away. I smile. I never thought that I would be experiencing such emotions. I never thought that I can be crazy in love with this person.

I said emotionally. "But i was saying in other way darling..." He said making me blush with the endearment. "Even otherwise... I don't want to hear it...i have lost enough and i have no strength to loose more..." I said looking in his eyes deeply. "As you say my dear wifey..." He said and kissed my forehead. You know these forehead kisses are more special than the kisses on lips. As when a man gave you forehead kiss, it means he adore you and care for you. I have read somewhere forehead kisses means a person is kissing your soul and i cannot agree more.