After an accident, Imara, a 28-year-old plus-size black woman, ends up in a strange rainforest world from a bittersweet novel she read. This wild jungle is full of mysterious and dangerous beastmen, just like the stories she used to read.
To stay al...
As the morning light filtered softly through the small window, I gradually woke, a sense of peace settling over me. By my side was Harvey, his steady presence a comfort that made my heart swell. Smiling, I reached out, stroking his ears and head as he looked up at me.
"Good morning, my love," I murmured.
Harvey stretched and slipped on his robe before helping me out of bed. Together, we walked to the nearby table, where a beautiful surprise awaited me.
Laid out on the table was an exquisitely crafted comb and wig brush set, placed beside an elegant wooden box made to hold them. Next to it, a seasoning box with eight compartments, each filled with an array of spices, lay ready. All these gifts were for Queen Memi, a gesture I meant to touch her heart.
I gasped at the sight, awe filling me as I took in the beauty of the set. The intricate details of the comb and brushes, and the carefully designed wooden boxes, were a reality to Harvey's hard work. "Oh my goodness, I love this so much! You did an amazing job," I exclaimed, feeling a rush of gratitude and admiration.
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Harvey's smile widened, and he turned me to reveal yet another surprise: a soft pillow, along with my own matching set of brushes, comb, and wig brush. He had also gathered the pads and rice I'd requested. Overwhelmed, I turned back and threw my arms around him, laughing as he caught me effortlessly.
"I am the luckiest girl in the world," I declared, meaning every word.
Harvey chuckled, his eyes warm as he picked up a damp rag and began gently washing my face. His attentiveness was everything, and I held onto his waist, savoring the quiet intimacy. After I thanked him, I brushed my teeth, feeling grounded by his steady presence.
I then undressed, letting Harvey wash me up and apply lotion to my skin. The small, playful gestures and our easy laughter made each moment light and precious. He even fed me some fruit, our closeness deepening with every gesture.
Once dressed, I admired the lavender dress he had chosen—a design with an open back that tied and a side slit. Its elegance made me feel both beautiful and sexy. I added a few bangles to my wrists, slipped on black slides, and carefully tended to my curls with Aloe Vera, making sure they framed my face and shoulders.
