No means no

I ask her if I can kiss her and she offers me her shoulder
So I kiss her there.
She doesn't like when I kiss her on her cheek,
Presenting her sleeve as an alternative.
I once asked her why
She said she doesn't like how wet it feels.
Maybe it's a sensory thing
Or maybe it's just a CM thing
But it's something that's important to her
And I respect that.
She asks me "do you love me?"
Lying next to me one cuddly afternoon
And I tell her of course I love her,
I love all of you.
She goes through each sibling separately
And to each I profess my love.
She's asks do I love her mommy
I say yes she's my sister
She asks do I love her Tatty
I pause awkwardly
Reiterate that I love her and her mommy
She asks again do I love her Tatty
Again, I deflect the question.
There was a moment I was overcome with love
And I pulled her towards me and kissed her cheek
She said "you KNOW I don't like that".
She's right. I did know.
I just violated something sacred.
If a child says no
If anyone says no
Respect that.
They know their bodies.
She loves when I hold her
She dislikes when I kiss her cheek
And that's okay.
It's hard, because that's how I want to express my love.
But I find other ways.
So when she does something cute
I ask her
Can I kiss your sleeve
And she holds out her arm
And then she kisses me too
On my shoulder.