He kissed her with renewed vigor, pushing away the niggling voice in his head, telling him that he’d been here, done this before. Two years earlier he’d danced with a woman, kissed her, and she’d told him that he’d have to pack a lifetime into a single kiss.
I seriously cannot get over how incredibly THICK Benedict is being. He is CONSTANTLY comparing Sophie to the masked woman and not once has he asked himself WHY dealing with them feels the same
