When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

After an embarrassing ten seconds of waiting, I slowly opened my eyes again and there he was, smiling like he won some lottery. I couldn’t even be mad because I made a fool of myself when I closed my eyes expecting him to kiss me. I tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in again and this time, I made sure my eyes stayed open. I refuse to fall for his tricks a second time. I didn’t expect him to actually push through with the kiss and didn’t expect him to go for my forehead instead of my lips. “Ahhh—“ I gasped softly when his lips settled on my forehead. My eyes fluttered closed as the warmth inside me spread wider and I felt tingling everywhere. I held my breath as h

, he whispered and moved Keisha’s hair to the side. He landed one last kiss on her forehead and headed outside. He felt so sleepy that he could fall asleep as quickly as Keisha did. Realizing what he just did a second ago left him regretful and flustered: he just made a smooth move on having close contact with her. “WHY DID I KISS HER FOREHEAD?!”

He knows how to protect and he knows how to take care of Hannah, the old man added. From their position, the old man and his son saw Adam holding Hannah's head and kissed Hannah in her forehead. "That's the sign of respect son, he kissed her in forehead to show the lady how much he respects her. That's the right thing to do son." The old man said when he saw his son's face frowned. I know what's on your mind, why did he kissed her in the forehead instead of lips right? Well, I told you the answer with it, the old man added.

He takes strands in his hand, and I feel the lips he kissed me with linger on my hair. I stupidly think that is the end, but I am wrong. So wrong. He moves down. Kissing my forehead… okay, he has done this many times. So many times I cannot count. There was a time we even made a bet to see who could give the most forehead kisses daily. It does not stop there. He plants a kiss on my brows. I mean, this is also very normal. He loves kissing my face… I also do that to him whenever he asks.

I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He finally looked up at me, his eyes glistening under the moonlight. “But it wasn’t enough. You almost died.” I sank to my knees beside him, took both his hands in mine, and pressed them to my chest. “But I didn’t. I’m right here. With you.” He stared at me, then leaned down and kissed me on forehead, not hard, not rushed. Just a soft, lingering kiss on forehead , like he was memorizing the moment. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered into the space between our mouths.

I nodded my head. He kissed my forehead, and I don't know what it is about forehead kisses, but there's something special about them. That seems to be coming from a place of sincerity, and how it was said gives me the sensation that someone loves me. His kisses went all the way down to my neck and cheeks, and lips. I let out a low groan every time he repressed his face against the back of my neck, and I could hear him gasping for air. The fact that he spent the entire interaction with his eyes closed made it quite evident that he did not intend this to be carried out in conjunction with me. I cringed and grabbed the pillow for support when he licked my cleavage . . .

he said in a gentle voice. I nodded in response. I didn’t anticipate him doing that—press a kiss to my forehead. I didn’t feel anything at all, especially not nervousness or fear. I was just really caught off guard by what he did. This isn’t something he typically does, yet this isn’t the first instance he has done it. I think the next time he plans to kiss my forehead, I should speak up to him. “I’ll come back right away,” he said, then stood up and went off.

Yes, the very first day I saw him. He got closer to me until there was no space between us. This was it, he was going to kiss me. My lips parted slightly as I was ready for him to devour them. When there was no space left between us, he rested his forehead on mine and I was sure he was going to kiss me but instead, he kissed me on the forehead. I frowned. Was I actually expecting him to kiss me? He went to his dresser and I sat down on his bed.

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?!

The guy said, "Ok, I will but first eat you foods." He came and sat beside me on my bed. I asked, "I will eat if you give me a kiss." The guy: "No." I moved a bit closer and I hugged him, bit he don't hugged me back. I asked, "I thought you loved me so... A kiss won't hurt, right?" The guy: "No! I don't love you. I may like you but I don't to express it by kissing you." He kissed me on my forehead.