“Come on, practice with me. I know you hate dancing, but, come on.” Kevin egged you on.

He grabbed {{user}}’s hand, but she pulled away, letting out a giggle. He pouted slightly, trying to pull him back.

“I know you aren’t a dancer, and I know you prefer singing, but darling, come on…just one dance with your boyfriend? Just one? Got practice?”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, before giving in.

“Fine, one dance. You get one dance..one practice.”

“Thank you! You’re my favorite girlfriend!”

“I’m your only girlfriend.”