What Does The Forehead Kiss Mean Novels & Stories

The bed moved slowly along their breathy moans echoed around the warm chalet. After a very long time, Blair's body ached... ached for more although she was utterly tired. They breathed laying next to each other and he tossed towards her looking her angelic face. "I love you Blair..." he caressed her cheeks as he kissed her forehead. It is said that whenever a man kisses you on the forehead after the sex, it is straight from his heart. It means he cherishes you, adores you and wants to keep you. Thinking about it, she made a blushing face when she replied, "We are not a secret anymore."

Devon had once said that kissing on the forehead was a sign of respect. So… who could’ve told the boy that—for him to believe it so deeply?

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??

Jason said as Rae's eyes widen in shock. "I love you too Jason." Rae didn't know when she said that. "So what else did this somebody tells you?" Rae asked wrapping her arms round his neck. "A kiss on the shoulder means." Jason said and kissed her shoulder. "I want you." He whispered the last part in her ears making Rae shudder a bit. "A kiss on the ear means." Jason said and kissed her ears, making sure he whispered. "You are my everything." "A kiss on the forehead means, I hope we are together forever." Jason said and kissed her on her forehead making Rae closes her eyes.

“Because of you.” He gave a humorless laugh. “Barely.” We stood in silence again. This one is different. Not angry. Just… full of everything unsaid. “I went out to the border this morning,” I said eventually, shifting the weight of the conversation. “With Kira and Valerie. Remember?” He nodded. “Aleksander briefed me.” “Well, he didn’t see what I saw.” I met Viktor’s gaze again. “The kill style. The symbols carved into the bodies. The branding. The wires. The mutilation—it wasn’t random. It was deliberate. Surgical.”

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

he said "I will accept only if you are comfortable" I smiled and kissed him on his forehead i asked "why you are always asking me for a kiss on forehead" he said "because I love that kiss" I smiled he cupped my cheeks and landed his lips on mine I melted in his tasted he is sucking my lips his hand is on my waist he is pressing my waist I don't know what kind of feel it is he bited my lips I opened my mouth his tongue entered into my mouth and exploring

I chuckle. She smiles at me as I place a tender kiss on her forehead again. As I usually don't do it, the forehead kiss makes her feel good. She rubs her hand on my chest as I lean down and kiss her lips. We kiss deeply but don't stretch it. I don't want to end up on the bed with her. Not at this moment, when she needs mental support, more than a physical one. We part away and she smiles at me.

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.”

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?!