‘I imagine being Jacob’s lover while he lived in Crawley and we are about 19 years old. However, we must meet secretly because I’m a Templar and he’s an Assassin. One night I hear stones tapping at my window. Opening it, I see Jacob. “May I enter your bedroom, love? And maybe not only your room.” “You prick. Come inside.” “You don’t have to ask me twice.” “Jacob!” That night I feared my parents woke up, but Jacob and I made the best love ever.’