“Hey,” Ollie says, swatting at Sarah’s arm. “Don’t touch him.” The abrupt demand startles me, only to make me inwardly smile. Ollie is claiming me. “Excuse me?” Sarah says. “I said don’t fucking touch him, especially in front of me. That’s disrespectful as shit. I know you might be from a different generation, but I’d appreciate if you didn’t set back feminism and act like a man-stealing bitch. Accept the fact that you’re not together anymore and move on.” Oh hell, I think I just got hard.
