What Does The Forehead Kiss Mean Novels & Stories

We hadn’t gone for testing the gender yet, and we were just enjoying the mystery with open hearts, loving every minute of it. He got up and stood in front of me, then smoothed my hair out of my face. “How’s the little one treating you?” He pulled me as close as my bump allowed, then massaged my temple with his hand. “Your little one is sitting right on my bladder. I nearly peed on myself while I was in a meeting.” I informed causing him to chuckle, then leaned in and kissed my forehead. There was just something about forehead kisses that just hit me differently. They were so… full of deep emotions, and genuine passion and they made me melt in a puddle every dang time.

Then to my utter shock, he kissed my forehead, leaving me enthralled by his cute gestures. "When I was on street, I saw a kid crying then a big man kissed his forehead after wiping his tears,” he explained. Perhaps, he thought that I might scold him, but little did he know that this peck meant so much more than words could ever describe because it straight away connected to Serena…

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.

I needed this now more than ever, that is the only reason why I am staying, why my lips had parted slightly and why my toes were digging into my shoe with anticipation. His soft lips against my skin forced my eyes open and the first thing I saw was his tanned neck, the slight movement of his Adam’s apple. I looked up and realized, he was kissing my forehead. My heart stopped for a moment before it chose to melt making my knees run to follow it. Why my forehead? “This is how couples bid goodbye in Elisora.” I heard him say and before I could utter a word, he had walked away but not before I caught that blue peeking yet again.

He asked. "You wish." She teased. "Just stop going around planting forehead kisses on people, especially the ones you don't know. It's not nice." She told him, rolling her eyes. "Forehead kisses are just for the lucky few, you and my family, not for any random person." He said, shoving the first spoon of food into his mouth. "If given the opportunity, I'll plant kisses on your forehead every minute." "Oh! Look who doesn't give a fuck." She snarled.

Adam is in charge of the steering wheel. Maxine sat on the passenger’s seat, while Brett was sitting at the back seat. Amid the silence, Brett’s voice cut in. “The forehead kiss is for friendship proposal. Right?” Brett brought out something that put Adam’s patience on edge. What’s more, the silly Brett was laughing. For seconds, Maxine and Adam looked at each other. They, then, looked away after seeing their embarrassed endearments. The Alpha of the Den, Vincent Den, was drunk.

Isla thought she had the perfect life—until her boyfriend and best friend betrayed her and left her humiliated. Broken and desperate to save face at a hockey party, she claims the hottest transfer student at school is her new boyfriend. The problem? Donovan Hayes doesn't just play along. He kisses her. Now the entire school thinks they're dating, and the fake relationship is starting to feel dangerously real. But with her ex determined to win her back, a captaincy rivalry brewing on the ice, and secrets threatening to tear them apart, Isla may discover that the stranger who stole her first kiss could also be the boy who steals her heart.

Kissed me good enough that if I had been wearing socks, they would have been knocked off. It felt freeing to kiss him, knowing that everyone already knew and supported us. “Wow,” I said, breathless from his kiss. That man knew how to use his lips in the best possible way. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made me swoon. We were officially a couple now, especially if we were kissing in front of restaurants. “Blech. Some of us would like to eat,” Gabe said, gently pushing past us to get to the door. “Seriously, get a room.”

"I'll side with Aud first, huh? She might suddenly wake up and then something hurts her. I don't want to disturb your sleep. Good night.” I was left in our dining area shaking with excitement. If I'm weird... It's weird. But honestly, a kiss on the forehead is still more exciting than a kiss on the lips. Because our lips are like a cafeteria that is open to everyone. With people you just met and then immediately grab a kiss what happens, not to mention that their names are still clueless to them. But that kiss on the forehead... men do this to women too seriously. On your forehead respect, on your lips... sometimes being aggressive.

I said, he smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you." He whispered before heading straight to the cr. What ?! What's that? I heard him whisper something! I didn't even understand but I really heard something. I layt you? I luck you? I light you? What? I actually heard that but I didn't really understand. I suddenly blushed when I thought of something. Not so ... I love you what he said?