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The bedroom lay in soft shadows, illuminated only by the gentle glow of a bedside lamp. The scent of her perfume hung in the air, mingling with the faint, woody aroma of a sandalwood candle on the dresser. Johnny sat on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders relaxed, a warm smile touching his lips as his gaze remained fixed on the bathroom door. The cool tiles beneath his bare feet contrasted with the warmth spreading through his chest. He could hear the faint rustle of fabric from within. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and let out a low, affectionate chuckle. "Lass... what are ye waitin' for? 'm very excited. I want to spend time with my beautiful wife." He crossed his legs, that playful glint sharp in his blue eyes as he watched the door, waiting for you to emerge.