The room held its breath as Reid waited for Bella's response. The weight of his confession lingered in the air, anticipation, and uncertainty dancing on the edges of the silence.
Seconds turned into moments, and the absence of Bella's words began to wear on Reid. He felt exposed, a vulnerability he wasn't accustomed to, hanging in the room like an unspoken truth. He couldn't read the emotions in Bella's eyes, and it unsettled him.
Breaking the prolonged eye contact, Bella turned away, her movements deliberate and controlled. The tension in the room heightened as she opened her cupboard, a silent symphony of rustling clothes and shifting items filling the space.
Reid watched with growing confusion and a hint of discomfort as Bella methodically selected items and stuffed them into a backp
