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

” I kiss his forehead. ”Yeah” Ashton mumbles.

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.”

I kissed her forehead. "

She nodded. He then kissed her forehead. “You know what’s the meaning of forehead kisses?” She shook her head with a smile as an answer. “It means I hope we are always together.” Stella stood on her feet, kissing his left ear. “What about this?” “You are my everything.” He answered. After staring deep into his eyes, she grabbed his chin and kissed him passionately. “And this?” She whispered closer to his lips. “I love you.” She smiled amusingly, pushing him outside the room.

And again I stood there frozen as he moved closer and closer, and his hands went up to my neck. He caressed it gently, and I almost shut my eyes out of pleasure, and he kissed my forehead immediately. It was a gentle kiss and so refreshing. He kissed my forehead just like that!

I tried to divert the topic. "Not yet, but if you're going to make me drink it, I will." "Okay. I'll go get your medicine." "Nope, stay here." he stopped me from leaving, holding my left arm. "One kiss on your fore head is equal to eating. One kiss on the tip of your nose is equal to drinking a medicine. One kiss on your lips... means you're going to marry me," He said as he held my neck and kissed me on my forehead, and the tip of my nose.

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?!

He looks at my lips then goes back to my eyes. "What do you think I am going to do, Cali?" He asks me in a lower tone of his voice. A mischievous smile curls on his lips. He removed his index finger from my lips. "What?" I ask in confusion. He smiles at me sweetly, and the next thing I knew, he kissed me. On my forehead. What was that for??? "Hey, what did you just do?" My forehead furrowed in annoyance. "Relax. It's just on your forehead. Not on your lips."

I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're beautiful..." he murmured, his voice deep and sincere, before pressing his lips gently against my forehead. That simple act, the way he kissed my forehead with such care, always made me feel something. It was his signature move, a gesture that told me without words that I meant something to him, so much more than just his substitute wife. He furrowed his eyebrows suddenly as if remembering something important. "I almost forgot," he said, "I brought you something." Propping my chin on his chest, I tilted my head slightly. "What is it?" I asked, a hint of excitement in my voice.

I whispered to him. I closed my eyes tightly and waited in anticipation. I was waiting for a rough kiss on my lips, but I felt a feathery sensation that was placed on my forehead. I opened my eyes and was met with Kairo’s sharp jawline. Did he just—did he just kiss me on the forehead? I blushed as my heart raced like a horse in a race. Fuck, be strong, my heart. We can’t be feeling this right now. He pulled back from the forehead kiss and smiled at me, the corner of his eyes crinkling from the action.