'DWTS' Pros Jenna Johnson and Val Chmerkovskiy Pack on PDA in Steamy Photos
The two Dancing with the Stars pros, who have been married since 2019, stepped out together for the Los Angeles premiere of Marvel's new film, Thunderbolts*, and they didn't shy away from any PDA during their photo-op.
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As seen in photos from the event at the Dolby Theatre on Monday, April 28, the two professional dancers put on an affectionate display, with Chmerkovskiy, 39, leaning over at one point to give his wife a passionate kiss.
The Ukrainian-born dancer, dressed in a snazzy black tux for the evening, also had one arm wrapped around Johnson's back while the other hand sat inside his pocket.
Johnson, 31, appeared to be smiling through the kiss with her hubby, whom she met in 2014 when they both appeared on ABC's ballroom competition show. The two now share one child, a 2-year-old son named Rome.
Johnson was also dressed to the nines for Monday's event, where she rocked a draped white gown with a super-plunging neckline that reached all the way down to her stomach.
The look also featured gold detailing at the chest and a fancy headpiece in the back of the dress that lifted over the top of her hair.
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