Page 7 of Screwing With The Scrooge

“Is that what you’re doing?”

“No,” I rush to say, but he gives me a knowing smirk. “Shut up,” I grumble.

He smiles, leaning on his shovel, and I eye him.

“Is there someone in town?” I ask him, and he blinks.

That’s a yes.

“Nope,” he lies, and I stare at him.

“Townes.”

“No, let’s get your love life figured out before we try to add any more. I have a feeling that you’re going to need both of our undivided attention to make it through this,” he teases, and I flip him off.

“I’m not that hopeless,” I tell him, and he doesn’t answer, but I know that we’re both thinking it.

Yes, I am.

“What’s your plan?” He asks, and I take his shovel, hanging them both up in the garage.

“Are you going to help?” I ask him, and he nods.

“Of course.”

“Got any carrots?” I ask, and he blinks and then starts to grin.

“Nope, come on though. I’ll drive us to the market.”

We hop in his Jeep and I smile to myself as we head into town. Nerves are filling me as we head into the store and over to the produce section. I’m not sure how many to buy, so I grab three big bags of carrots and head to checkout.

Townes seems more confident with this plan than I feel, and I try to relax as we head back to my place.

“How many are we making?” He asks as we stare at Olive’s front yard.

“Five? Six?” I say, and he nods.

We head to opposite ends of the yard and both start to roll snow. Hours later, when we’re done and admiring our work, I can’t help but laugh.

“I think that she’ll like it,” Townes says before he takes the water bottle from me and chugs the whole thing down. “She better anyway,” he mumbles, and I grin.

We’re both exhausted and sore from working for the last few hours, but as I study Olive’s yard, I have to agree. I think that she’s going to love it.

“When will she be home?” He asks, and I glance at my phone.

“Shit, soon.”

“I kind of want to stay and see her reaction, but I’m sure that you’ll tell me about it later. I need a shower, and so do you.”

He tosses me the empty water bottle and I catch it, waving at him as he heads back to his Jeep. He waves once before he turns and heads off down the road.

I hurry inside, taking a quick shower. I want to be outside when Olive gets home so that I can see her reaction.

I grab a shovel, pretending to scrape away some more snow from my driveway as I hear Olive’s car turn onto our street. I smile, my heart racing in my chest as I see her slow in front of our houses.

When I look up, she’s watching me and she smiles at me brightly, waving before she starts to turn into her driveway. That’s when she slams on the brakes, and I huff out a laugh when I see her mouth drop open and her eyes go wide.

There, on her front lawn, are six different snowman couples, all in various sexual poses. Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as she stares at the one where the male snowman has bent over his partner, and I feel my cock start to harden as I imagine Olive and me in that same position.

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