Novel & Cerita When He Kisses Your Forehead

He kissed my forehead gently, and then the tip of my nose before he leant his forehead into mine and rubbed my nose with his own. “What do you wanna do now Sugar?” His breath swept past my lips, his warmth was radiating into me, and his lips were way too close to my own.

"You're going to win." He kissed her forehead, soft and certain. "I know."

He kisses my forehead. And I realize — I have never felt more alive.

he teased. “Yes!” I said quickly. “You always look so formal. I want to see you like this. Just… normal. Comfortable.” He stepped closer, cupping my cheek with one hand. His thumb brushed over my skin so softly it made me close my eyes. “Then that’s what I’ll wear,” he said quietly. “Anything for you.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead, and my heart melted all over again. He always did that—kissed my forehead like I was the most precious thing in the world. I loved it more than I could say.

I'm going to let him, I realize. My heart is beating rapidly, crazily in my chest, and just as I close my eyes to receive his lips, he moves and I feel him on my forehead rather than my mouth. My eyes slowly opens and I see he shifted and pecked my forehead instead. I should be thankful, kissing on the lips isn't something we can easily go back from and a forehead kiss is not as serious but with Roman, what's normal is not normal and somehow a forehead kiss from him makes me feel more than I imagine I would from an actual kiss.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” I let out when she kept looking at me through the screen as if I was an alien or something. “A kiss on the forehead means he values you and wants you with him for a long time,” She explained and I stared at her in disbelief, she just made that shit up to fill my head with crazy thoughts. “You just made that up right?” I asked. “No, I didn’t, a kiss on a forehead is a romantic gesture that signifies pure love, just like how a kiss on your collarbone means he wants you,”

We both froze for a heartbeat. Her eyes glistened a little, and before she could look away, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes, exhaling softly, and I stayed there for a moment — letting my lips linger against her skin, hoping she could feel everything I couldn’t say out loud. When I pulled back, she smiled weakly. “You keep doing that.” “Doing what?” “Kissing my forehead like it’ll fix everything.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe it will.”

He cupped my face, his fingers rubbing on my cheeks as I took in the tasty alcohol off his lips, it seemed as though that intoxicated me as I wanted more immediately, I wanted more of him, more of what he could give me, I didn’t want the moment to end. He finally unlocked our long locked lips and looked deep into my eyes, I could see the affection and longing in his eyes, even though I knew it was fake as he still thought I was his late wife, I still melt at that look, and my panties were already filled with my wetness. He closed his eyes and kissed my forehead softly, a affectionate kiss, claiming me as his. He pulled back and looked into my eyes once again, “you had a meaning for every kis

I added, winking at Arthur. "Huh? So you're not going to kiss me, huh?" Arthur inquired as he began to form a cute baby's face for me, his brows perking upwards. I exhaled, leaning in closer and planting a kiss on Mister handsome's forehead."Umm... Are you content now? After all, you know what a forehead kiss signifies, right? So be happy because kissing you on the forehead means a lot to me." I said this after pulling away from him. "I'm not sure what a kiss on the forehead is pumpkin. I'm simply aware of a kiss on the lips." Arthur uttered in a mocking tone, and it was clear that his statement was a lie.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.