It was late at night. The woman was lying next him. He's not sure if she's asleep yet or not. It was a long tiring day for her.

She was facing him. He looked lovingly at her before he got closer and kissed her forehead. He leaned back a little and let one arm over like it was semi hug.

He was surprised to get to find her clinging to him. He looked at her to find her eyes wide open and blushing happily.

"What was that for?" her voice was a bit hoarse for not speaking for sometime

"It's a sign" He didn't complete. He had read about it before in some culture and what it meant there. He will let her wonder about it. He had a habit of doing so.

"Not telling?" She said with a smirk that made he him wondered about what she's thinking.

She bent on her arm for support as she reached his forehead and mimicked what he did as she said "Appreciation"

She went back to her position and hugged him.

"So you knew" he said her with a smile adorning his handsome face.

He already had made her day. His smile made her feel happier and warmer.

"Yes, I win this time." It was her last words before falling asleep in his arms.


A/N: I just got the idea to write this when I was thinking about forehead kissing and what it meant. So I decided to write it as an epilogue.

In my culture in means love and appreciation. It could mean some kind of respect when you do it to elders but it is usually done out of love and appreciation.

Hope you liked it