Charlette was laying on her bed, on her stomach, with her feet up behind her, scrolling through her phone. Secretly she was counting how long it would take before he'd come in,<i>if </i>he was going to. She still really hoped that he would. Just to give her a little care and affection and make her feel a little wanted, at least.<br/><br/>She saw the lights all turn off down the hall, and waited to see if he was just going to walk  past her door or come in and join her.