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

Like they knew something our minds hadn’t caught up to. And then it hit me. This kiss. I had felt it before. The weight of it. The hunger. The way he breathed out shakily when I pressed a little harder. It wasn’t unfamiliar. It was… déjà vu. Like I'd already kissed this person, but couldn't remember where or when. My hands stayed at my side. I didn’t dare hold her. I didn’t want to break the spell. When we pulled apart, we said nothing. I turned and walked out, pulse racing, heart slamming into my ribs.

Why wouldn't she just look at me, everytime she was close, she always avoided my gaze. I had been thinking about her ever since she had supposedly come back from the dead, it was like the mate bond was even stronger than before. Everytime she was even a slightest bit close to me I could feel it, I would catch her scent from miles away and it did things I didn't like to me, making me lose focus. Every time she brushed past me, even the smallest of touches left fires that spread throughout my entire body, like an electric pulse that coursed through my veins.

Why would he call her that? She looked at him and tried to wrack her brain on where she had seen him and he didn't seem familiar. But he seemed to be familiar with her and she didn't know what to make of it. She looked at him again and she felt an affinity to him like they had done this a million times though she couldn't place his face. It was like a feeling of deja vu.

She asked looking at him. "I belong to you both and you both belong me," Jason replied his eyes not being able to leave hers, I smiled knowing the feeling. "Like a three way relationship?" She asked and he nodded. "But wouldn't that bring about jealously?" She asked and he shook his head, she bit her lip before kissing him, a moan leaving her and he pulled her closer. The scene turning me on, my nipples hardening under my clothes begging for attention. It was amazing the confidence and dominance she obtained whenever she was aroused, she became a completely different person.

She was feeling comfortablw which find her confusing. "Oh, you're already here." Her lips and tongue move on it's own like it wasn't her own body because it won't listen to her. She was about to asked him who he is but another words blurted on her mouth, those words felt natural for her. It's like she was experiencing some kind of deja vu. The scene was fast forward so whe she was about to go away, that someone stopped her by hugging her from behind which make her stilled. 'What is this kind of feeling? Why's my heart beating so fast and who is this person?'

Maybe it was the color, the walls seemed to be a very ordinary orange hue in the fall, there were several things in that place that might remind the young woman of something, but it had something too specific to ignore. She saw the aged details of the shelves, some jars with flowers and herbs, Artemisia also searched within her own mind for what could be rescued from her memory with those elements. But, as expected, nothing came. It did not surprise the young woman, that feeling of having lived it before or of having been in that place came from nowhere and was adrift of debt and oblivion, almost impossible to perceive where or when it came from. That made the existence of déjà vu as importa

Elena Deja Vu. ...Is it? I think that’s the word people call it? When you have a feeling that you’ve already experienced something that’s happening right at the moment. When you have a faint conviction that you’ve once felt that burning sensation tickling each sensor in your body before… Somewhere. With someone. At a particular moment.

Then she leaned against it and shut her eyes as she took a deep breath. she tried to retrace her mind to figure out exactly what happened. She just couldn't understand it. She couldn't explain. It was just completely confusing and shocking. It took her totally off guard. All she could remember was that she and Vincent were staring at each other, long and hard, with none of them trying to break free. But the expression he suddenly gave her, one certain time, created a spark of déjà vu within her. And just like that, all the walls she had been trying to build up for him just crumbled and fell to the ground. Her emotions and this present moment were so scattered and messed up, that she didn't e

He hesitated again, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “When I’m around Mia,” he began. “I feel…déjà vu. Like I’ve met her before. Sometimes, I get these … flashes. It feels like my head is trying to reel out a thousand memories to the surface, but I can’t quite grasp them.” My anger went a notch down and I frowned. “What do you mean? Do you think she’s someone from your past?” He nodded slowly. “I don’t just think it—I feel it. Deep in my bones. But it’s like trying to remember a dream after you’ve woken up. The harder I try, the more elusive it becomes.”

She asked me, “why do I always get the feeling of Deja vu when we are together? It feels like we have done this before, like we have known each other from our past lives” “Yes” I screamed in my head but my mouth remained shut, I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her. “Do you feel that way too?” She asked me again as she came to stand in front of me. Despite the pain in my head, I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at her plump lips. At that moment, I just wanted to kiss her and just…. “But I feel like if I try to know more about you, you are going to disappear” “What does that even mean?”