When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

And again I stood there frozen as he moved closer and closer, and his hands went up to my neck. He caressed it gently, and I almost shut my eyes out of pleasure, and he kissed my forehead immediately. It was a gentle kiss and so refreshing. He kissed my forehead just like that!

The moonlight shone on his face, illuminating him amidst the darkness that enveloped us as of this one moment. Even through the dark, I could see him smile at me with those sexy thin lips, and he slowly leaned forward to me while I stayed still in place, waiting for his lips to land on mine. Surprisingly, instead of my lips, I felt his breath over my forehead, and he kissed me gently on there. I subconsciously touched my forehead, startled as this was the first time I had been kissed by a man other than my late father on the forehead. Badump. Badump. Badump.

She seemed tired and stressed after her return today. "Actually, the work is okay. But I think you drained me a while ago." She said sitting on the bed. "Are you sore?" She nodded, blushing hard. "I am sorry that I can't say sorry for that. I will return with something to eat within ten minutes. You rest." Placing a kiss on her temple, headed to the kitchen. Why did I kiss her forehead? It was a loving gesture of a man who cherished his lover deeply. Kayla was just a bed warmer. Why did I do that?

he said and then moved closer to kiss my cheek. " You know it's the forehead or head people usually kiss, Nate" He smirked and said " well your forehead is too strong, I need something softer" " Asshole!" I said as I threw a pillow at him, he dodged it and grinned before he stuck his tongue out and I smiled. " Good night," he said before he left.

His face tightened slightly like he noticed too, then unexpectedly, he grabbed my face and pressed his forehead briefly against mine. It was not soft or romantic. Just... strange. Like he was grounding himself, and that thought made my breathing hitch. What was he doing? When he pulled back, something unreadable flashed across his face. Fear, Possession or relief. I couldn't tell. But suddenly he kissed my forehead quickly and I gaped at him in shock. His action had been controlled, rude, and almost awkward. Like he hadn't meant to but my brain still short-circuited. Because, what. The. Hell?!

I confessed, my gaze dropping to our entwined hands. He nodded understandingly. "Take all the time you need. I'm here for you, every step of the way." Gently lifting his face, he planted a small kiss on my forehead. It wasn't the first time he had kissed me there or on my cheeks, but this one felt different. It felt like more than a gesture—it felt like a reassurance that I belonged to him.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

We broke the kiss when we were out of breath and he rested his forehead on mine. “I am sor…” He moved his forehead away from me and started saying something but I stopped him by again placing my lips on his. He also started kissing me after few seconds but this time he kissed me passionately .He bit my lower lip to get excess of mouth to which I hesitantly opened because I never kissed a guy before except that one in school but forget it that does not count. His lips were devouring my mouth hungrily. We again collided our foreheads after ceasing the kiss.

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.

He nodded and started the engine. When we got home, he walked me to the door, then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. What the hell was that? Was I his grandmother now? Since when did forehead kisses replace real ones? "Thanks for the grandma kiss, but I'm good." "So you want a kiss on the lips then?" His eyes were so intense that I couldn't help but blush. "I..I d.. don't know what you're t..talking about..." "You sure about that? Because it looks like you want to." He continued, locking eyes on my lips.