When He Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

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.

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 kissed my forehead softly, and it gave me a strange sense of comfort. “I love you so much, Maddie,” he whispered. I was too tired to reply, but I heard him. And as I drifted off to sleep, that simple kiss on my forehead felt like a quiet promise—one that something good was waiting for us ahead.

I confessed sincerely, coaxing him a little, stroking his face with the pad of my thumb. He grinned and slowly leaned towards me. “Will you let me kiss your forehead before Gabriel comes out?” He requested in a very low voice. He had no strength left in his body. I am sure that he would faint before they switch control. I leaned towards him and stopped my forehead in front of his lips. He pressed his lips on my forehead and sighed in content. The warmth of his kiss spread all over my face, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. Everything will be back to how things were an hour ago after I exit this place.

Badly. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, kissing my forehead tenderly. “You’re not sharing me...”

He ask me. I shake my head. I'm still finding it hard to breathe properly. He place his hand on my waist and pulls me closer to him. Then he pecks my forehead. My eyes close unconsciously the moment he kisses my forehead. His lips linger on my forehead for a while before he kisses me on the nose and finally on the lips.

He patted her head and bent down, then he kissed her forehead. "Okay, let's exercise rather than sleeping.”

I needed this now more than ever, that is the only reason why I am staying, why my lips had parted slightly and why my toes were digging into my shoe with anticipation. His soft lips against my skin forced my eyes open and the first thing I saw was his tanned neck, the slight movement of his Adam’s apple. I looked up and realized, he was kissing my forehead. My heart stopped for a moment before it chose to melt making my knees run to follow it. Why my forehead? “This is how couples bid goodbye in Elisora.” I heard him say and before I could utter a word, he had walked away but not before I caught that blue peeking yet again.

He is already looking at my lips intently. I kissed his forehead. "Traizle... you kissed me on my fucking forehead." he said, stuttering. "Yes, I did. And so?" I asked back. If I hadn't done that, I believe we'd already kissed. Not now, not when I have so many problems I am facing. Just wait until I finish everything, and I will make the first move you won't expect. "I just thought that my forehead was lucky." he retorted. "Can my lips experience it, too?" he asked.

I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more. He fisted my hair in both his hands and backed me toward the sofa. When the backs of my knees hit the cushions, I began to lower myself, and he came with me most of the way until suddenly, he broke the kiss to pull back and study me. The moment my spine hit the couch with my hair splaying around my face, he grinned and set a knee between mine while burying one of his hands in my hair. He began to lower himself on top of me before stopping a few inches from contact. His gaze fell to my mouth. “What’s your favorite movie?”