When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

“I can’t leave you here.” “It’s alright,” I sighed. “Just tell them I met some people I knew here and needed to do some catching up. And…I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.” “Embarrassed? Why would I?” he grinned. “Okay. If that’s what you want. I’ll take you back later.” He suddenly pulled me in a hug and kissed my forehead. I was surprised. They say a kiss in the forehead was a sign of genuine love and respect. Did he meant it that way too?

I don’t know if he is just too shy to look at me or he is just mesmerized by the paintings on the wall. “Well, I will start now. I hope you won’t get bored. You can turn on the TV if you want. I call you when it’s ready” I said. I kissed his forehead. Just a habit, there is a belief that when you kiss your lover on their forehead means that you are respecting them. So I always kiss him in that part of his face. I saw the reddening of his face, it made him to look away. I smile. I never thought that I would be experiencing such emotions. I never thought that I can be crazy in love with this person.

I say, even though I know exactly the response he wants to hear. “You’re leaving out one thing.” “I was only naming a few.” “Hmm.” He mumbles and chuckles lightly. “I forgot how smart you are.” He leans closer and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. I noticed giving me forehead kisses is his habitual gesture of affection. It’s tender and affectionate and I love it. “We are going to engage in an activity, alright? But not separately. In fact, the activity is going to have us be so close, we will nearly fuse together.”

He offered and I gave him my nod. I don't know why he always kissing me. He kissed my with his tongue and on my forehead. The forehead kisses were normal but those kisses with tongue is obviously not. Mom said it is only for those people who love each other or in a relationship. But me and him were not in relationship. I am literally confused on how should I address those kisses of him and how I should see them. I just knew that I do love them and I will be sad if one day, Icki will stop.

“Benjamin kissed me.” “What?” Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes. He kissed me,” I said, rubbing my throat. “You mean, like, he really kissed you? Wow!” Her eyes sparkled like she was already imagining a love scene. I quickly shook my head, realizing she misunderstood. “No, not on the lips. He kissed my forehead.” “Oh…” Her excitement dropped for a second, but it didn’t last long. “Still, why would he kiss your forehead? Does he like you?” she asked, already convinced. “Remember how I always said he might like you, and you never believed me? Well, look now!”

Just like it happens in a movie. . "No. I just came here to say YES." "Yes, for what?", I dumbly asked on which he rolled his eyes. "I don't know. Some kiddo asked me to be her boyfriend 4 months before. Well, never mind", My eyes widened when I hear him because I never thought that he will say YES. "Hey, I am not a kiddo", I snapped on which he laughed. "Out of everything, you notice that?", He laughed on which I started grinning. I observed him leaning toward me and planted a kiss on my forehead. Though he has done this before as well but this is my first forehead kiss from my boyfriend.

When I stepped outside the elevator car, I gripped Ace's hand tightly and walked alongside with him. He asked, "Are you trying to crush my hand? Look at me." I lifted my head and looked at him, he stared at me and asked, "Are you scared of heights?" I nodded at him. He smiled at me and came closer and kissed my forehead and said while looking at the front, "It's an astounding view isn't it?" Did he just kiss my forehead? What the hell was that for? Why did he kiss me? I touched my forehead and thought, 'Why did he kiss me? Why?' I let go of his hand because of the shock.

I wish he let me pull his cheeks forever and ever. He leaned down and kissed my forehead softly, automatically a blissful smile flashed on my face. I like it a lot when he kisses my forehead. I feel contented. "I want this sweet boyfriend forever." I uttered. "You can have him forever." He answered and my eyes widened in shock. What! Really? Is he joking?

I looked at him. He holds my hand and kisses the back of it. "I missed you." I raised my brow. "That's what all you got? Just a kiss on my hand?" I smirked. "I already kissed you on the cheek." He smiled playfully as if he already knew what I am implying. "Is that all? That's the kissing you said to me on the phone?" I bit my lips seductively. I want to kiss him too, seriously. He comes near me and holds my both cheeks. I closed my eyes, I thought he is going to kiss me on the lips but instead, his lips landed on my forehead. I opened my eyes and glared at him.

I closed my eyes and I felt like being drowned by sleep. ~ I woke up when I felt someone continuously caressing my hair softly and kissing my forehead showing me how he respects me. I love it when someone kisses me on the forehead instead of the lips, it's much sweeter for me because I felt so loved and respected, it's already a big thing for me and that's why I love him, he never failed to make me feel awesome. I haven't opened my eyes yet, I want him to continue what he's doing, I want his hands on my hair. I love how he makes me feel the butterflies in my stomach just like teenagers.