‘Can you imagine the post-sex cuddles Connor could give, that sounds pretty innocent I know. For me I’m already considered small and dainty on an average basis-next to Connor Kenway I’m a shrimp. I mean the hours of gentle love-making he could give would be just as great as the snuggling afterwards. His arms blanketing me as his pecs cushioned my head, and occasionally planting small kisses on my face. I wouldn’t need a bed with the way he’d be determined to hold me.’