When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I almost jumped with joy so he just fickles my forehead. “You can't like him. He already has a girlfriend,” he said so I couldn't help but laugh there. “I like his work a lot. I mean,” I said, glaring at him before squatting just to fickle his forehead too. "Clarify it then," he said, still laughing before he touched my waist. I just laughed at him too. "Thank you…" I said while looking at him. “That’s nothing. Anything you want,” he said before kissing me on the forehead.

He kissed my forehead while he was still talking with James. He kissed me! Oh my God! Charles kissed me! Mr. Lozano kissed me! No, no, CEO Charles Lozano kissed me on my forehead! That was my reaction to it, literally. I continued to stand there like I had become a statue. My jaw had dropped after that action of his because why would he kiss me if I wasn’t his girlfriend?!

“ Hearing you say these words to me gladens my heart. But I need to be sure about all this. Please give me some time, no, give us some time to study each other and be sure we are really in love and not just because we are stuck together in this marriage thing “ I said as I caressed his cheeks with my thumb, never breaking the eye contact between him and I. “ Alright my lady, your wish is my command. I'll wait for you to study me because I don't think there is anything I need to study about you Tess, you're an angel, “ He said smiling and kissed my forehead. I used to hear people saying forehead kissing are romantic and doubted it, but Kace kissing me on my forehead gave me butterflies in my

“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,”

Now, he’s getting pastries. But shit. The guy brought me to France. And our relationship that isn’t really a relationship is beginning to feel exactly like a real relationship. I mean, the forehead kiss. You don’t forehead kiss a girl you’re just f**king or a girl you care about. Nope. You forehead kiss a girl you want to be with because you know if she wants you too, it’ll make her spine tingle.

I took a drink of my smoothie. "Is that all?" she asked, sounding disappointed. "No. Before I went to bed he kissed me on the forehead... and I know that it's really lame, but oh my God, it was niiiiice. Seriously, should a kiss on the forehead feel that... dirty?" "Well, since it's your boyfriend's brother and he's really, really freaking hot... I don't think it's too lame. Wait, was it just a peck?" "Well... it was more like a warm, intimate pressing his lips to my skin."

Why am I tensed? Then our heads tilted toward each other. Smiles gleamed through our faces. Gelo pinched my chin softly. His head was crippled towards my face. Am I going to have my first kiss? No. His head moved up and he kissed my forehead. The golden rays of the sun passed through the gap between us. A kiss on the forehead means adoration to a friend, right? Not something romantic. “I love this moment for the two of us,” he said and he wrapped me inside his presence.

He leaned forward and pecked my forehead and I didn’t know what to think anymore. “What did you do to get yourself such a job?” he asked again but my mind chose to dwell on the fact that he had given me a forehead kiss even in a situation like this. If you didn’t know, then know now. Forehead kisses are the way to the soul, let me tell you now. To the guys reading this, give your girl a kiss on her forehead and she will spill her guts for another kiss. “Wrong again babe” he said and full on kissed me.

He said and caressed my forehead using his thumb. "Does it really hurt?" He asked me and looked down. I can't speak, he is so close to me and it's like he's breathing on my forehead. Fuck. What is this, why am I nervous? "Y-yeah..kinda," I said briefly. "I know something that can take the pain away." I immediately raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" "A kiss." I didn't have any chance to speak when I felt his soft lips plant a small kiss on my forehead.