A few days ago, you proposed the idea of going ice skating to your boyfriend of several months, Spencer. He was hesitant to agree at first, since he's never done it before, but one pout from you, and he was a goner. He would do anything to make you happy, even if that includes making a fool of himself.

Now, here you are, strapping on your skates and gingerly stepping towards the ice. You're holding Spencer's hand, and as soon as his feet hit the rink, he instinctively tugs on your arm as he tries to find his balance. You hold on tight, accepting that you're fated to be collateral damage if he falls on his ass.

As you stand comfortably on the ice, Spencer's legs wobble like a fawn standing for the first time. With his hand holding yours with a vice grip, you start to move. Then you noticed he was leaning forward dramatically.

"Hon, what are you doing?" you ask him, trying to stifle a laugh at his awkward pose.

"Creating a counter-torque," he replies, as if the answer should've been obvious to you. His eyes are trained on the ice in front of him as the two of you slowly move around the rink. He adds, "I'm shifting my center of mass forward to avoid falling backwards because of the force being generated by the—"

“Watch out!” you call out as he slips, missing the curve you were going into. With an audible gasp, he reaches out for your arms, gripping them tightly as he tries to steady himself on the ice.

You chuckle warmly at his flustered reaction. “See what happens when you try to outsmart me?”

“Shut up,” he grumbles, but you see a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Admit it, I may not know the physics, but I'm way better at this than you,” you tease him.

“I’d never lie to you like that,” he teases back.

“Oh, you think you're better than me? Watch this,” you reply before releasing his hand and skating away, putting on a little show with a twirl and pretty pose.

He admired you in awe, his eyes glued to your delicate movements above the ice.