When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

He ask me. I shake my head. I'm still finding it hard to breathe properly. He place his hand on my waist and pulls me closer to him. Then he pecks my forehead. My eyes close unconsciously the moment he kisses my forehead. His lips linger on my forehead for a while before he kisses me on the nose and finally on the lips.

I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more. He fisted my hair in both his hands and backed me toward the sofa. When the backs of my knees hit the cushions, I began to lower myself, and he came with me most of the way until suddenly, he broke the kiss to pull back and study me. The moment my spine hit the couch with my hair splaying around my face, he grinned and set a knee between mine while burying one of his hands in my hair. He began to lower himself on top of me before stopping a few inches from contact. His gaze fell to my mouth. “What’s your favorite movie?”

We both froze for a heartbeat. Her eyes glistened a little, and before she could look away, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes, exhaling softly, and I stayed there for a moment — letting my lips linger against her skin, hoping she could feel everything I couldn’t say out loud. When I pulled back, she smiled weakly. “You keep doing that.” “Doing what?” “Kissing my forehead like it’ll fix everything.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe it will.”

she murmurs, looking behind to check I do not know who. I just put a hand behind her head and lean in to kiss her forehead. She seems to get surprised as I see her eyes widening and her lips parting. What? Kissing the forehead is a simple thing. She can't retort as I have not taken her mouth for a needy kiss. Aye, Zahir, what are you even thinking? “Take care, okay?” I whisper, my breath fanning her forehead. She nods. “Okay.” The answer comes like she is lost in her own thinking but still has heard me clearly. I hope that too.

He laughed when I gently pinched his cheek, and Gabriel rewarded me with a kiss on my forehead. “You fucking pervert!” I yelled in annoyance as I lightly punched his shoulder. My cheeks felt hot because the kiss he had landed on my forehead made my heart beat faster. “I love you too.” Gabriel laughed with a crisp sounding voice. His rows of neat teeth were visible as he smiled broadly at me. I didn't get carried away when he swore back at me in love. But my heart skipped a beat because of his gentle gesture and the kiss he planted on my forehead. They say a kiss on the forehead is a sign of sincere affection, with no lust in it.

Little Ashlyn, aged twelve, asked her brother James. "Of course, Asho. If a man had respect for a girl, he would give her a forehead kiss. This kiss shows how much a man is protective of the woman. How much does he care and respect her? And you're my baby, so from my side, this kiss means I care for you. I love you, and I'll always protect you." "So if my husband gives me a forehead kiss, then it'll mean he'll respect me and protect me. Right, he'll care for me." She sounded happy.

I squeezed his hand back. He took his time to answer me. He turned his face towards me and suddenly kissed my forehead making me go all red, “Sure,” He looked at me softly, “Let’s do it.”

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.

I flick his forehead. "Aw! That's hurt. Why did you that?" He is in pain, and he put his hand on his forehead. I just giggle and hold his cheeks, he removes his hand that covers his forehead, and I pull him closer to me. I kiss his forehead, and I notice him smiling widely. "Aw! My cheeks hurt." He avoids contact with me, and I smile a bit while biting my lips. I kiss him on the cheeks, and he smiles again.

So I tried to push him, but he was extremely muscular and strong. He raised his chin to my face, wiped away my tears, and kissed my forehead. I stole a glance at him and stared into his eyes. His eyes were softer. He kissed my tears and told me, "Take care of yourself, baby. I am giving you the time and space you need right now. But keep in mind that you are possessed by a monster. So never disobey me". And he left the alley, leaving me alone, confused, and tired. Kisses on the forehead mean much more than kisses on the lips. It represents the person's care, affection, and respect, whereas a kiss on the lips represents passion, lust, and perhaps love as well. He confused me with his actions