When He Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

while gazing into his eyes. He stands up and walks over to me before cupping my chin and kissing him sweetly. Such a light kiss, it’s like a whisper across my skin. Then he raises his head and kisses my forehead. Stopping for just a moment to breathe in the scent of my shampoo, before backing up and saying bluntly, “Fine. But if anyone lays their hands on you, they are dead.”

He kisses my forehead. And for the second time, I find myself listening to the voice.

I can die for that smile. “Actually, you don’t have to answer. Your eyes speak way more than your lips does and I trust your eyes more than your lips,” he says as he presses his lips against my forehead and I have never felt so much beautiful like I am feeling right now. It is just a kiss on the forehead but it feels so much special. It feels like I am being watched over by someone. This feels quite good and quite heavenly. He breaks the kiss from my forehead and then gazes at my eyes and fixes them into mine.

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.

he chuckled and my half of my lips grinned at him. "Well, and this..." I leaned forward to kiss him and I felt his hands pushing me more to him. I was impressed that he never tried to moved his hands to try touching me, he was a gentleman not like other guy s who just wanted to touch my body and didn't hesitate to do it on public, but this guy was indeed kissing me back but he has respect to my body. "Damn it! Zoren!" a man shouted and this guy immediately broke the kiss and stared at the man behind me. He looked surprised but he just winked.

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.

He laughed when I gently pinched his cheek, and Gabriel rewarded me with a kiss on my forehead. “You fucking pervert!” I yelled in annoyance as I lightly punched his shoulder. My cheeks felt hot because the kiss he had landed on my forehead made my heart beat faster. “I love you too.” Gabriel laughed with a crisp sounding voice. His rows of neat teeth were visible as he smiled broadly at me. I didn't get carried away when he swore back at me in love. But my heart skipped a beat because of his gentle gesture and the kiss he planted on my forehead. They say a kiss on the forehead is a sign of sincere affection, with no lust in it.

he told me trying to elude the tease of me accusing him of blushing and stood up, I stood up too and looked up at him "I guess It'll take a while before I see you again" I said and stretched out my hand for a shake "it fun speaking to you mate" I added and he pulled me in for a hug instead "I won't give my destiny a handshake" he whispered in my ear and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before running off. I just stood there, both over the moon and speechless. I didn't expect the big or kiss on my forehead but it felt really nice that I wanted it again

His voice sounded so husky that it made my insides twist. He moved closer and I didn't flinch. I knew what was to come. If he kissed me now, I would most certainly lose myself to him. I couldn't resist his charm and magnificence. His hands caressed my cheeks, they felt rough and hard against my skin. My eyes shut and a little moan escaped my lips. He kissed my forehead. I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me. Why would he do that? I never would have guessed his kiss was going to be on my forehead instead of my lips or body.

He asked. "You wish." She teased. "Just stop going around planting forehead kisses on people, especially the ones you don't know. It's not nice." She told him, rolling her eyes. "Forehead kisses are just for the lucky few, you and my family, not for any random person." He said, shoving the first spoon of food into his mouth. "If given the opportunity, I'll plant kisses on your forehead every minute." "Oh! Look who doesn't give a fuck." She snarled.