“Don't leave." He leaned his forehead against the door next to hers. "I'm a real bastard, I know, but don't leave, Lola.” — Rachel Gibson Copy Share Image
“The door vibrated with the soft bump of Travis’’ forehead against the door. “I don’t want you leave, but I wouldn’t blame… — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to… — Hafez Copy Share Image
