“You’re unreal, Chloe…your body…” He places two hands on the back of his neck, whispering to himself, “What the fuck…you—wow. Do you…” His voice trails off, and he lets out a long, forced breath. “Warren, you’re not actually saying anything right now,” I say, uncrossing my legs and planting my feet on the soft rug next to his bed. “I can’t. I may never speak right again.”
