"No, not—" But Oliver couldn't answer for a minute, laughing against Sam's chest, his shoulders shaking. When he could finally speak again, he raised his head and said, "Your fucking name. Sam Scott, Scott Sammers—excuse me, Summers. Could it be any more obvious?"
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Date: 2019-04-11 02:11 am (UTC)