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BPOV

"What? What's wrong?" he asks, pulling on my chin so that my eyes meet his.

"We need to talk," I say, sighing and stepping out of the shower before he even gets a chance to reply.

I begin drying myself off quickly and head towards the bedroom.

I hear him curse and turn the water off, following behind me and mumbling to himself as he dries off.

I look up as he is pulling his boxers over his hips.

"You say to me, 'we need to talk' and then you walk away?" he scrunches his face and shakes his head. "No good things have ever come after the words 'we need to talk', Bella. What the fuck is going on?"

Pulling one of his shirts over my head quickly, I walk past him back into the bathroom, brushing my shoulder against him lightly as I go by.

I open up his medicine cabinet and stand there, waiting for him to catch up.

"Are these all yours?" I ask, pointing over my shoulder as I face him, finally looking him in the eye.

His eyes widen for a moment and then he places his hands on his hips.

"You're snooping through my shit now?" he asks, furrowing his brow and shaking his head slightly.

"Do NOT even go there. What the hell are you doing with so many fucking pills, huh?" I demand, reaching up and pulling out every pill bottle and placing them on the counter roughly.

I stare at the array of pills for a moment, then take a deep breath and look at him again.

"Do you take all these?" I ask quietly, my voice trembling slightly.

I need to know what is going on here, I have to know.

"You really think I could function, if I took all those pills? Open your eyes, Bella! We spend most of our time together and they aren't even in my fucking name! Jesus!" He runs both of his hands through his hair and sighs, "I sell some on the side for some extra money when the shop is slow."

His words linger in the air, and I'm not sure if I'm happy, or even more upset…knowing he deals them instead of taking them.

And I know he's right, I would have noticed if he took that many pills, because he'd be fucked up.

But…

Why does it still scare me?

"What were you doing in there anyway?" he asks, coming towards me and not stopping until his hips press into mine, pushing me back into the counter behind me.

Do not look into his eyes…

Do not look at his almost naked body…

"Nothing," I mumble, suddenly feeling really stupid.

I mean, it's not a big deal, right?

He hums, running his nose along my cheek and jaw, being the distracting fucker that he is.

"How did I not know you're a dealer?" I blurt out before he can go any further.

He laughs lightly and brushes my wet hair over my shoulder, "First of all, I'm not some big time dealer, alright? Second, we've only been together a few weeks babe and the shop has been steady. I haven't needed to, except a couple here or there for the regulars. That's why I had the xanax on me last night."

My eyes meet his when he mentions the xanax and I know he can see it in my eyes, because he just stares at me for a moment, but he doesn't say anything about it.

Instead, he asks me something I wasn't anywhere near prepared for.

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