There're eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There're one...

There're eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There're one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day."
Her brow knitted. "Okay. I'll take your word for it."
"I'm right." I tapped my finger against my head. "A lot of useless knowledge up here.
Anyway, are you following me? There're one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week.
Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what?"
She smiled. "What?"
"I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you." Part of me
couldn't believe something that cheesy had come out of my mouth, but it was also so beauti fully true. "I want a year's worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade's worth of hours, so many that I can't add them up."
Her chest rose sharply as she stared at me, eyes widening.
I took one more step and then went down on one knee in front of her, in a towel.
Probably should have put some pants on. "Do you want that?" I asked.
Kat's eyes met mine, and the answer was immediate. "Yes. I want that. You know I want that."
"Good." My lips curved up. "So let's get married.