Numb (Senses Series Book 3) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online Page A

you have to.
    “Why don’t we do something we’ve never done before?” Her question causes my eyebrows to arch up. Quickly Liz shakes her head. “Oh no. Not that.”
    Can’t blame a guy for thinking it.
    “Talk, Kellar. Why don’t we talk?”
    “Because this isn’t fucking Oprah, and I don’t feel like laying my feelings out there for the world to scrutinize.” Annoyed, I follow it up with, “I wanna hit shit and fuck. That’s all there is to my life, and that’s all there needs to be.”
    Walking over, Liz plops down on the bed beside me and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Hate to be the one to break this to you, but no it’s not.”
    That’s all there used to be! Before this shit got out of hand and complicated! Before I turned into this little whiny bitch who can’t even get laid anymore. I wanna go back to the way things were. I wanna go back to when I still had Maxx in my life. Having her around at all, even if it’s just as a friend, is by far something I can cope with better than not having her at all. I should’ve played it safe. I should’ve taken a step back and kept moving, kept girls circulating in my bed. I should’ve never stood still. See. This is what happens when you’re in one place too long. Straight blow to the chest.

Chapter 8
    Maxx
    Pulling down the chocolate brown cocktail dress I squeezed myself into, I pry myself out of Luke’s car. “You do know if your sister hadn’t required me to wear this there’s no way in hell I would be wearing it right now.”
    “I know,” Luke chuckles softly, fixing the collar of his white button up. “You would most likely be in a skirt and a t-shirt with a book boyfriend’s name on it.”
    “What can I say? I’ve got style.”
    “Is that what you call it?” Luke’s joke gets an immediate middle finger from me.
    You agree with me, right? Book boyfriend shirts are totally in style. At least when you’re a nerd, which is a totally acceptable thing to be.
    “This week I would be wearing a shirt that says Reno across it. He’s from this book series I just finished last night called Rain Shadow.”
    Not looking entertained by my comment, he questions, “When did you have time to finish an entire book series?”
    “The other day.” I avoid eye contact by fiddling with my Mario keychain that’s dangling from my purse. His red hat is actually made of real rubies.  It was a Christmas present from Logan last year.
    It was also the first time it had ever snowed since we’d been together. Ugh. I didn’t mean together, together. I meant since we’ve been friends. I’m not even sure we’re that anymore.
    “You know…after work.”
    “Hm.” Is the response I receive. “Have you spoken with your mother again?”
    “Please don’t call her that.”
    “Fine. With Mrs. Robinson?”
    “Better.” I nod my approval. “And no.”
    “Have you spoken with Logan?” Glancing away I nibble on my bottom lip. “So basically you’re telling me that over the last few days you’ve discussed nothing of importance?”
    “I’ll have you know, I had a very in-depth conversation with a book friend about the emotional importance of standalone novels and ones with cliffhangers.”
    “You’re such a nerd,” he whispers as we arrive outside the white brick building at the same time I see C.J., an unknown male figure, and Logan. I feel my body go rigid with just a glance at him.
    This is first time I’ve seen him since I stormed out 5 days ago. That’s right. We have actively avoided seeing one another and being in each other’s presence for that long. Not too hard with me working from sun up to sun down on Frank’s special side event and burying myself in the new books I bought or the old ones that bring me comfort. I’ve gotten really good at planning my timing so that we don’t cross paths. Well that, and I have grown really accustomed to Tony’s gray leather couch. What? He lets me read on it late at night while he dicks around on