Every relationship begins in the first nanosecond. It introduces itself in a minute, and sets in by the the hour. A new day is a spectacle by it's lonesome, let alone with six following. Seven consecutive sets of twenty-four hours, waking up next to him and falling asleep in his arms. One-hundred and sixty-eight hours of scatter-plot kisses. Six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds of just being his. Troye and Connor cannot predict the ups and downs and discoveries made during their first week as boyfriends, but they live it like it'll be the best ten thousand and eighty minutes of their lives.