A fond smile sweeps across Riley’s lips, he rubs her knuckles with his thumb, her hand in his. His fixed on her sleeping face, he smiles wide when some strands of hair falls over her face kissing her cheek. He moves his bent legs closer to the sofa where Aiden is laid, his fingers brush her, hair away from her face and tucks behind her ear.

“Your dad was right,” he says, his voice low and gentle “You are ironically weak inside,” he moves his head closer, his lips softly lands on her forehead.

A kiss on the forehead has many reasons and the most affectionate kiss than a kiss...