What Does The Forehead Kiss Mean Novels & Stories

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.

He laughed when I gently pinched his cheek, and Gabriel rewarded me with a kiss on my forehead. “You fucking pervert!” I yelled in annoyance as I lightly punched his shoulder. My cheeks felt hot because the kiss he had landed on my forehead made my heart beat faster. “I love you too.” Gabriel laughed with a crisp sounding voice. His rows of neat teeth were visible as he smiled broadly at me. I didn't get carried away when he swore back at me in love. But my heart skipped a beat because of his gentle gesture and the kiss he planted on my forehead. They say a kiss on the forehead is a sign of sincere affection, with no lust in it.

He whispered huskily to her ear. He then pulled back his head a bit and stared at her intensely. Haylee blushed instantly as she felt uncomfortable getting him looking at her like that. He slowly stroked her cheek and another kiss landed on her forehead this time. Haylee used to read some article on the internet saying that a forehead kiss was a sign of care and sincerity from your partner. It was a kiss that was supposed to tell you that he was into you and not just into your physical appearance. Niel had kissed her on the forehead countless times already. Yet, the kiss he gave her just now felt different. It was comforting and she suddenly realized the change in his expression. His eyes we

“Are you going to tell me or not?” I let out when she kept looking at me through the screen as if I was an alien or something. “A kiss on the forehead means he values you and wants you with him for a long time,” She explained and I stared at her in disbelief, she just made that shit up to fill my head with crazy thoughts. “You just made that up right?” I asked. “No, I didn’t, a kiss on a forehead is a romantic gesture that signifies pure love, just like how a kiss on your collarbone means he wants you,”

I exhaled, there was no point to stress things any further because we might end up saying what we never intended. "I get it. I'm not mad, at least not anymore." He pulled me closer to him and I kissed his forehead. He bent down for a proper kiss and used his thumb to smoothen my cheek. "You are not allowed to give me a forehead kiss, I am the only one permitted to do that." he smiled at me. I laughed holding his hands in mine for the longest time before he took his leave. ***

"With a kiss on the forehead." His eyebrow furrowed in confusion. I knew that he was a bit taken back that I was asking a stranger to kiss me on my forehead, but I just had no choice since I had to take any chance that I could take to make physical contact with him. I have to retrieve my essence back! "Did I hear that right? You said to kiss you?" I nodded. "That's odd. Don't we have a great hearing? why can't you understand, I didn't even whisper?"

He nodded and started the engine. When we got home, he walked me to the door, then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. What the hell was that? Was I his grandmother now? Since when did forehead kisses replace real ones? "Thanks for the grandma kiss, but I'm good." "So you want a kiss on the lips then?" His eyes were so intense that I couldn't help but blush. "I..I d.. don't know what you're t..talking about..." "You sure about that? Because it looks like you want to." He continued, locking eyes on my lips.

she murmurs, looking behind to check I do not know who. I just put a hand behind her head and lean in to kiss her forehead. She seems to get surprised as I see her eyes widening and her lips parting. What? Kissing the forehead is a simple thing. She can't retort as I have not taken her mouth for a needy kiss. Aye, Zahir, what are you even thinking? “Take care, okay?” I whisper, my breath fanning her forehead. She nods. “Okay.” The answer comes like she is lost in her own thinking but still has heard me clearly. I hope that too.

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'm going to let him, I realize. My heart is beating rapidly, crazily in my chest, and just as I close my eyes to receive his lips, he moves and I feel him on my forehead rather than my mouth. My eyes slowly opens and I see he shifted and pecked my forehead instead. I should be thankful, kissing on the lips isn't something we can easily go back from and a forehead kiss is not as serious but with Roman, what's normal is not normal and somehow a forehead kiss from him makes me feel more than I imagine I would from an actual kiss.