When A Man Kisses You On The Forehead Novels & Stories

It was not that I couldn't stand on my own, but I still held his hand because I knew Becca would have done the same. Once I stood on my feet, he pulled me close to me and kissed my forehead. "Why do you always kiss on the forehead?" I asked, not understanding the part that he was more in kissing on the forehead than to kissing on the lips. "Do you want me to kiss your lips?" "Don't try to twist the meaning of my words.", I frowned.

I lean in closer and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. I'm finally a complete man.

Before she could finish her sentence, the man suddenly reached out, placed a hand on her head, leaned closer, and kissed her forehead. Mwah. "Don't be afraid. I won't be long."

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.

he praised sincerely. Then, a gentle peck. The man kissed Flavia's forehead softly. Flavia closed her eyes again. Her chest pounded hard, and something fluttered in her stomach. She liked the touch of his hand on her body. And she also liked the gentleness of his lips on her forehead.

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 said and caressed my forehead using his thumb. "Does it really hurt?" He asked me and looked down. I can't speak, he is so close to me and it's like he's breathing on my forehead. Fuck. What is this, why am I nervous? "Y-yeah..kinda," I said briefly. "I know something that can take the pain away." I immediately raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" "A kiss." I didn't have any chance to speak when I felt his soft lips plant a small kiss on my forehead.

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!

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.

"With a kiss on the forehead." His eyebrow furrowed in confusion. I knew that he was a bit taken back that I was asking a stranger to kiss me on my forehead, but I just had no choice since I had to take any chance that I could take to make physical contact with him. I have to retrieve my essence back! "Did I hear that right? You said to kiss you?" I nodded. "That's odd. Don't we have a great hearing? why can't you understand, I didn't even whisper?"