When He Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

He nodded and started the engine. When we got home, he walked me to the door, then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. What the hell was that? Was I his grandmother now? Since when did forehead kisses replace real ones? "Thanks for the grandma kiss, but I'm good." "So you want a kiss on the lips then?" His eyes were so intense that I couldn't help but blush. "I..I d.. don't know what you're t..talking about..." "You sure about that? Because it looks like you want to." He continued, locking eyes on my lips.

"Now?" I nod. "Now." He kisses my forehead before pulling back. "let’s go then."

Then, before I could say anything else, he leaned towards me and…. Kiss my forehead. "Yes I promise."

"I do not know much about you, so I just wanted to learn something new about you!" He moved his lips and kissed me on my hair below the brow, forcing me to close my eyes for a moment. "GOODNIGHT!" He closed his eyes and fell asleep right after kissing me on the forehead. He closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly. I could tell he was exhausted because he did not blink his eyes for a single second. There are numerous kinds of kisses. A few body kisses are romantic, but a forehead kiss is a gift of love. I stroked his cheek with my thumb, rubbing it against his muscular chest.

” I kiss his forehead. ”Yeah” Ashton mumbles.

I don’t know if he is just too shy to look at me or he is just mesmerized by the paintings on the wall. “Well, I will start now. I hope you won’t get bored. You can turn on the TV if you want. I call you when it’s ready” I said. I kissed his forehead. Just a habit, there is a belief that when you kiss your lover on their forehead means that you are respecting them. So I always kiss him in that part of his face. I saw the reddening of his face, it made him to look away. I smile. I never thought that I would be experiencing such emotions. I never thought that I can be crazy in love with this person.

I lied and didn't look up at him. I felt him touch my nape and he kissed my forehead. "Rest, then." he said in the middle of his kiss on me. They say a kiss on the forehead is a secret message of ... love and tenderness. He might look ruthless because of this awra he got. He might be heartless by his words sometimes, but I don't see those things right now. I don't know why he's letting me see this soft side of him. But, I somehow felt special.

He adjusts himself, lying back and pulling her in, kissing her forehead. As he lets go of her, she collapses onto the bed, her chest heaving with exertion. Adjusting himself, he lies back and pulls her close, tenderly kissing her forehead. "Did you get your lesson for today, darling?" he asks softly. She nods in response, finding solace in resting her head on his chest. "Now, be a good girl and never laugh around my cousin. My jealous self cannot handle this," he warns, his tone tinged with possessiveness.

I heard him breathing deeply as he pulled his penis out of my asshole and slumped into the bed next to me. Zie smiled at me as we looked at each other, he slowly approached me and kissed me on the forehead which caused me to smile, I do not remember if he had kissed me on the forehead before or when was the last time he kissed me on the forehead but I was happy every time he did this to me, as if I felt a different thrill every time he kissed me on the forehead. It was as if his kisses on my lips meant that he wanted to taste me while his kisses on my forehead seemed to let me know that I was important to him.

“And… I appreciate that.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against my forehead, a tender kiss that was both a promise and a plea.