Novel & Cerita Do You Get Déjà Vu When She's With You

I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice a mix of determination and desperation. But as I continued to follow them, a nagging feeling tugged at the recesses of my memory. The woman's face, so familiar yet elusive, triggered a sense of déjà vu within me. Where had I seen her before? It was as if a ghost from my past had resurfaced to haunt me in the present.

I also noticed that she kept glancing at Samil while he was driving the car. "Is my boyfriend that handsome?" I whispered to her ear teasingly. She flinched, turning her eyes away from him. "He… reminds me of someone I knew," she explained shyly. Her reaction was a bit surprising. It was the first time I had seen a flustered expression on her face. I slightly chuckled, but for some reason I became restless. In normal circumstances, I would have taken it as a sign of being jealous and possessive, but that wasn't it. For some unexplainable reason, I had a sense of déjà vu, and it felt more than uncomfortable…

As soon as she got into the car, she had a weird Deja vu, only this time it was very clear. It was reminiscent of their night in Paris, their first car ride. She stole a glance at him when he got into the car; she wondered what was on his mind, but he had a small smile on his face, and he was tapping on his phone. Just like the last time, she sucked in a deep breath and looked ahead. She scooted as close as possible to the door and looked out of the window. Yet she could not shake off the feeling that his eyes were fixated on her. She looked down at her thighs and saw that her dress was bunched up high; she tugged it down immediately.

I am about to get a drink to pass the time when she stumbles in. As I look at this woman with hair the best shade of brown I have ever seen, I stop regretting my attendance. Each time I look at her, a feeling of dejavu settles; and I can't help but feel like we have met. For some reason, the fact that she has strayed from the party and is obviously drunk, but acts like she is in the right place turns me on.

I ask her and see her lean against the table with a frown on her face. "Tell me something! Did you feel anything unusual when he touched you?" she says and there were a lot of things I felt when I was in his presence. His kisses were like a drug I couldn't get enough of, the tingles every time we touched. "What did you feel? Tingles!" she says when I don't answer. Snapping my head up to look at her I see her place her hand over her mouth. I guess she got the answer she was looking for.

I walked over to the window and gazed out at the city skyline, lost in thought. My mind traveled to that night in my car, when I told her how I felt about her. I remembered the look on her face. She seemed genuinely happy, and excited to see me the next day. So, what the h*ll happened? I got a feeling of déjà vu, as I found myself wracking my brain once again to figure out what went wrong. This time, however, I could think of a few reasons why she would act the way she did.

she said, and I snorted in amusement. "A memory just returned to me," I told her, and her eyes widened. "What memory? Did I perhaps trigger it?" She asked. "Maybe. It was a memory of someone who looked like you," I stated, and her eyes widened. "Like deja vu?" "Something more," I said. "You look so tired," she suddenly commented, startling me. "I do?" She nodded, reaching out to hold my hand. "It's strange how I feel uncomfortable with seeing you so exhausted. For some reason, I can't help but think that I want to stay by your side," Raven said, and I stared at her, wide eyed.

“You zoning out again? Earth to Luc.” I blinked, looked away. “Sorry. Déjà vu, I guess.” He raised a brow. “Of?” I hesitated. “Someone I haven’t seen in a long time.” He didn’t press. Jacob wasn’t the type to push unless he thought it mattered. But as we walked away, I glanced back at the boutique once more, that strange thrum in my chest growing louder. I hadn’t felt that in a while. Not since her. ⸻ Later that night, I couldn’t shake it.

she cried. We came together, me filling her ass while she shook violently. The next loops grew more intense. Sophia started remembering fragments. Little things at first. During one dinner date she suddenly said, “Have we been to this restaurant before? It feels like déjà vu.” Later, while I was buried inside her, she looked up at me with wide eyes. “I remember you tying me up. How is that possible?” I kissed her deeply and kept thrusting. “Maybe we’re meant to be together. Keep feeling it.”

“Almost every night since we realized we are a fated match.” She comes over and sits down next to me, placing her hand on the bed the same way she did the table. She seems to think she can catch vibrations out of the surfaces for some reason, vibrations that will help her to remember. It doesn’t seem to work, but I can’t blame her for continuing to try whatever she can think of. “This fated match business you spoke of,” she says, looking at me again. “Is that why I feel like my body remembers you, even though my mind doesn’t?”