The ticking clock echoes through the silent house, each second stretching into an eternity as she awaits his arrival. Her heart races with anticipation, her body already responding to the imagined touch of his calloused hands. She pictures him undressing her slowly, revealing her heated skin inch by inch, his eyes darkening with desire. She longs for him to claim her, to fill her, to make her his once more, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion that only they know.