What Does The Forehead Kiss Mean Novels & Stories

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.

She frowned, the furrow between her brows deepening. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her skin. My fingers itched to find her neck, to squeeze enough that I know I’ll leave bruises behind. If it’s possible, my cock hardens even more at the thought of her wearing my mark on her neck for everyone to see. I want every fucker who looks at her to know who owns her. "Let me have this forehead kiss." I said instead. She blinked, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. I didn't wait for a response, my lips brushing against her forehead in a possessive, tender kiss.

He pulled me closer and took his lips to my forehead, leaving a soft kiss on my head, he pulled me into another hug and we stayed there for a while taking in each other's scent. After a while, he finished up with cleaning my wounds before letting me clean his. What just happened today, what did all this mean? His pain, his anger? The forehead kiss. He said he cared about me and never wanted to see me hurt. I wiped my eyes softly, I shouldn’t let this feelings kick in. I shouldn’t let this feelings grow. I should kill it before it’s too late. No Lena! I smiled. I’d kill it before it’s too late.

I'm not sure if it's actually written anywhere but forehead kisses are actually more intimate than lip slash mouth kisses. Something about forehead kisses gives room for intimacy and care. Like, a show of love and compassion. Rowan ensures to show me that compassion every single day. Twice. When we seat down for breakfast and when we retire for bed. Every single night, we spend it together. Sometimes we don't have sex, sometimes we just sleep together and he holds me tight like if he should ever let go of me then I would evade him.

He caressed my hairs and cheeks before kissing my forehead. I wondered if kissing forehead was some habit of these people and smiled in my haze. He let me hold him to sleep and even kissed my forehead. Was it really just friendship or was it more? The questions flashed and lost in my head. It was not a matter of thinking anyways, what will finding answers would do? I let myself fall deeper in sleep with a calm mind and easeful sleep. The pain in my neck finally eased a little because of his constant massaging of my hair but that might just be my delusion from sleep.

“Benjamin kissed me.” “What?” Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes. He kissed me,” I said, rubbing my throat. “You mean, like, he really kissed you? Wow!” Her eyes sparkled like she was already imagining a love scene. I quickly shook my head, realizing she misunderstood. “No, not on the lips. He kissed my forehead.” “Oh…” Her excitement dropped for a second, but it didn’t last long. “Still, why would he kiss your forehead? Does he like you?” she asked, already convinced. “Remember how I always said he might like you, and you never believed me? Well, look now!”

"I do not know much about you, so I just wanted to learn something new about you!" He moved his lips and kissed me on my hair below the brow, forcing me to close my eyes for a moment. "GOODNIGHT!" He closed his eyes and fell asleep right after kissing me on the forehead. He closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly. I could tell he was exhausted because he did not blink his eyes for a single second. There are numerous kinds of kisses. A few body kisses are romantic, but a forehead kiss is a gift of love. I stroked his cheek with my thumb, rubbing it against his muscular chest.

I said, seeing his brow furrow. He drew me closer to him. His hands are wrapped around my waist. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. I was stunned by what he did, but I let him. That was strange of him to do. Kissing someone on the forehead is the purest thing a human being can do. And it's extremely unusual for a rough man like him to do it. Since then, I've known he wasn't the type of person who could show this side of himself. But here he is, doing something I never imagined he would do. I swallowed as he felt me, and he continued to kiss my brow. I tried to get his attention by clearing my throat. But it had no effect because he ignored me.

I began pushing my phone forward, so the both of us could see the screen. “Kissing on the back of your hand means, I adore you.” I read out slowly, our eyes fixed on the phone as I continued. “On the cheeks, let's be friends. On the chin, it means you're cute. Then on the nose, it means I like you.” I read on and at that moment, I felt like a teacher and Malcolm my student that I was giving lessons to.

"You really don't know what it means?" "Are you gonna answer the question or your just gonna keep asking your questions?" I retorted, slowly getting annoyed. Nelson furrowed his brows "But...everyone knows what a forehead kiss means" Yeah, I knew the meaning behind the action, I even had to recheck the internet and read through lots of definitions and interpretations, but I still had to ask Nelson, a real human, that happens to be a guy like Harry but simultaneously, he's not just like Harry. "Well a forehead kiss... " Nelson muttered and I sat forward eagerly "It could mean care and affection"