When He Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

Why am I tensed? Then our heads tilted toward each other. Smiles gleamed through our faces. Gelo pinched my chin softly. His head was crippled towards my face. Am I going to have my first kiss? No. His head moved up and he kissed my forehead. The golden rays of the sun passed through the gap between us. A kiss on the forehead means adoration to a friend, right? Not something romantic. “I love this moment for the two of us,” he said and he wrapped me inside his presence.

He leaned forward and pecked my forehead and I didn’t know what to think anymore. “What did you do to get yourself such a job?” he asked again but my mind chose to dwell on the fact that he had given me a forehead kiss even in a situation like this. If you didn’t know, then know now. Forehead kisses are the way to the soul, let me tell you now. To the guys reading this, give your girl a kiss on her forehead and she will spill her guts for another kiss. “Wrong again babe” he said and full on kissed me.

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.

he said kissing my forehead again. This felt nice.

Then leaned closer and kissed her forehead. "Then I'll keep choosing you, too."

He kissed my forehead softly. "And I'm sorry I'm late." He bumped his head with mine, and I nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his addicting smell.

I wish he let me pull his cheeks forever and ever. He leaned down and kissed my forehead softly, automatically a blissful smile flashed on my face. I like it a lot when he kisses my forehead. I feel contented. "I want this sweet boyfriend forever." I uttered. "You can have him forever." He answered and my eyes widened in shock. What! Really? Is he joking?

I squeezed his hand back. He took his time to answer me. He turned his face towards me and suddenly kissed my forehead making me go all red, “Sure,” He looked at me softly, “Let’s do it.”

His lips brushed my forehead. “You don’t have to.”

he said as I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I shut my eyes as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I love it when he kisses my forehead. (Okay, I'm sure I must have said that a million times, but his lips! Oh! Lord have mercy). “Alright, go take a warm bath; I don't want you catching cold,” he said, releasing his hands from my face. I nodded with a smile, but I felt his grip again. He pulled me toward him, planting another kiss on my forehead, then my cheek. He rarely does that.