ever since you became a teenager, you’ve always worn a purity ring on your finger with the promise that you would only take it off when you find the right one - the right person to give yourself to, entirely.
you and levi had been dating for a few years now and since the first day you met, you knew that he was the one you would give yourself to entirely. after years of waiting, levi took your virginity on your birthday - hence, the purity ring was also taken off of your finger.
later that night, you were out with friends in a club to celebrate your birthday. levi closely watched you dance on the dance floor with your friends from the bar, lightly tapping his finger to the beat of the music on the glass of alcohol he was holding when someone around his age sat down next to him.
“a glass of whiskey” he said to the bartender before turning to levi who was sat next to him. he followed his line of sight, an amused smile pulling at the corner of his lips when he saw that he was looking at you.
“gorgeous girl, isn’t she? look at how hot she is, man. i wonder if anyone has touched her, if you know what i mean” the man said with a chuckle, drinking from his glass as levi glanced at him but said nothing. although he knew that he was talking about you.
“she’s not your girl, is she? i mean, i assume that she isn’t since you have an engagement ring around your neck and i want to make a move on her” the man said, pointing to the ring that levi had on a chain around his neck as he looked down at it and grunted in reply.
“it’s not an engagement ring” levi replied, putting his glass down on the counter when he saw you waving him over as he stood up and the man hummed in reply.
“what is it then?” the man asked with amusement lacing his voice as levi turned to him, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
“her purity ring” levi answered, smirking smugly at him before excusing himself and leaving the man in shock and at loss for words at the bar.
The sun had already set by the time you left the restaurant. The glow of the lights on the side of the pathway illuminated your walk back to your room. You were hand in hand with Levi, causally swinging your arms while you spoke about the meal. When you arrived to the room, Levi threw his body on the bed and closed his eyes. The room was dark but the light of the moon shined through the window.
It was the third day of your island vacation with Levi. The past few days had been pure bliss, the warm sun cascaded through the palm trees, the ocean breeze licked the tips of your hair and the fresh scent of hibiscus flowers wafted through the air. Island life had been good to Levi, the man was sporting a tan and his dark locks were in an effortless wave. There was no denying that he looked handsome as hell.
