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.

A.U. where every one is born with an individual tattoo on their skin, and time someone falls in love, the tattoo of the person they love appears on their body somewhere.

Connor has a secret, and only Tyler knows. Or so he thought at first, before he felt betrayed. Troye knows that secret, and nobody knows. Now he is both curious and afraid.

What are these weird feelings Connor get, when he is with Troye? He is trying to figure out why Troye has this effect on him. What is wrong with him? He never felt like this before.