Novel & Cerita When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead

It felt so perfect. "Your name is perfect mate, just like you" King Vladimir said with a smile. "Rose, a beautiful rose who is only our" King Zachariah said while kissing her forehead. His lips coming in contact with her skin making him go crazy. Kissing on forehead, is one of the act of adoration which the male mate always to do the female mate. Rose, on the other hand sat there frozen on her place. Her cheeks becoming red just like a rose. No man has ever kissed her. It's her first time.

She stared at him for a few seconds, she'd already devised a plan:" Looking around, she spotted a tall handsome man in a black shirt and jeans and felt a surge of relief. She moved to him, already feeling so dizzy from the drinks she'd consumed, it levelled up her confidence. Her hands reached out for his collar, and she tiptoed to his height. Closing her eyes, she kissed him. She lingered, tasting his lips, to make it more believable. Pulling away from his lips, she wrapped her hands around his shoulder. "I've been waiting for you" she said, observing the man's charming eyes. Taylor was satisfied when she Saw Wade walking away. Turning to the man, she gave him a Charming smile. As Taylor tu

My face danced sideways and landed on an outsider. He was very tall, broad- shouldered, dressed in dark britches and a fitted shirt, and progressed than most scholars, but not by much. He walked with purpose, like he belonged anywhere he stepped. Before I could suppose, I moved. I seized his shoulders and pulled him toward me. His eyes slate, sharp, startled — met mine just long enough for distrustfulness to flicker. Then I kissed him. It was n’t gentle. It was furious. hopeless. A kiss made of shattered pride and raw defiance. My lips pressed to his, my hands pulsing as I adhered to him like the ground was falling down.

He whispered huskily to her ear. He then pulled back his head a bit and stared at her intensely. Haylee blushed instantly as she felt uncomfortable getting him looking at her like that. He slowly stroked her cheek and another kiss landed on her forehead this time. Haylee used to read some article on the internet saying that a forehead kiss was a sign of care and sincerity from your partner. It was a kiss that was supposed to tell you that he was into you and not just into your physical appearance. Niel had kissed her on the forehead countless times already. Yet, the kiss he gave her just now felt different. It was comforting and she suddenly realized the change in his expression. His eyes we

Amayra His knuckles traced on my cheek and I felt his warm breath really next to my face. The next moment, his lips touched my forehead. He kissed my forehead, cupping my face, giving chills down to my spine. Though his touch was icy because of the recent shower, I was feeling hotter. I couldn’t handle that anymore and opened my eyes, finding him staring at me. Our eyes met. Did he really kiss my forehead when I was sleeping or pretending to sleep?

My attempt at teasing him makes him look up at me with a strange expression. “I’ve...never kissed anyone before,” he mumbles, looking off-screen like he wants to vanish from the call. “I just want my first kiss to be something more, you understand.” I blink, caught off guard. “That’s weirdly sweet.” I admit, because it really is. “Okay. No lip kissing. Cheek kissing is okay, what of forehead kissing? Or just random hand brushing?” “I-uh-cheek is fine. I think. Probably. If I have a warning, forehead might make me a bit faint, and the hand thing-um, maybe? But not too much- my hands get all clammy and I get nervous.”

She feels his lips on her forehead as soon as she turns her face towards him. Her eyes widened as he placed his lips on her forehead. "He gives her a long kiss on her forehead." He never kissed her on the forehead during their past kisses, but today he planted a kiss on her forehead for the first time, and she feels the kiss. Both make eye contact while looking at each other. He placed his hand on her cheek, cupping and grabbing her entire cheek. She closed her eyes as he came close to her eyes, and then he planted a sweet kiss on her left cheek, tilting his head to his right cheek—he planted another kiss on her right cheek.

He looks at my lips then goes back to my eyes. "What do you think I am going to do, Cali?" He asks me in a lower tone of his voice. A mischievous smile curls on his lips. He removed his index finger from my lips. "What?" I ask in confusion. He smiles at me sweetly, and the next thing I knew, he kissed me. On my forehead. What was that for??? "Hey, what did you just do?" My forehead furrowed in annoyance. "Relax. It's just on your forehead. Not on your lips."

I'm going to let him, I realize. My heart is beating rapidly, crazily in my chest, and just as I close my eyes to receive his lips, he moves and I feel him on my forehead rather than my mouth. My eyes slowly opens and I see he shifted and pecked my forehead instead. I should be thankful, kissing on the lips isn't something we can easily go back from and a forehead kiss is not as serious but with Roman, what's normal is not normal and somehow a forehead kiss from him makes me feel more than I imagine I would from an actual kiss.

Damn him! "No! I... uhm, thank you." His teasing look disappears and he swiftly bends down and plants a kiss on my forehead. I literally freeze when I felt his warm lips on my unwashed forehead. His sweet gesture that he never did to me before, renders me still in shock even when I heard him close the front door and leave. What the hell was that? Am I still dreaming?