Novel & Cerita When A Man Kisses You On The 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.

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.

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.

And just like that, we stood there in each other's arms, watching as tiny snowflakes fell from the sky and as the little ray of the sun cast a brilliant glow on the trees. It was a beautiful moment. "Sally." He whispered, and I hummed. "Do you know what a kiss on the forehead means?" He asked. I turned to face me. "Tell me." He caressed my cheeks. "It means that I'll always love you and I'll always be there for you till death." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, and I felt my eyes water. The warmth spreading all over my body was overwhelming. "I love you more than anything in this world. " I tiptoed and placed a kiss on his forehead.

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.

she asked me sitting at once. " you should get this habit to see me by your side each morning" I winked at her.. Smiling.. She immediately became red. " OK baby I am going. Have breakfast with Lissy and Tony " I gave a quick peck on her forehead and she immediately reacted to it. I laughed hard on her reaction and left her room. ****************************************************************************************** Vanessa's POV~ What this man was doing in my room! And what was with all that peck thing? He literally just gave me a kiss on my forehead. How could he always managed to make me blush?

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.

“Yeah” Indeed, Antonio's response was immediate, a testament to the deep connection between us. He bent down and tenderly planted a kiss on my forehead. The sensation of his lips touching my skin sent a wave of warmth and affection surging through me, leaving me momentarily breathless. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about his love and understanding.

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.

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?