The old elevator chugged up to the top of the building, rattling the gate-like doors in front of me. I hope it doesn't break, I thought to myself nervously.
Eventually, though, I reached my destination and saw Ewan waiting on the other side. Did this man ever not look handsome?
He came forward and slid the doors open. "Did the elevator treat you well?" he asked with a smirk.
"Barely," I replied, quickly stepping out. "I'm afraid we won't be able to go back down."
"Don't worry, love," Ewan said reassuringly. "We'll be fine."
I nodded, but I still felt a bit skeptical. He noticed my face and kissed the tip of my nose gently. "There are stairs here, darling. I will carry you all the way back down if I have to."
"I would never make you do that," I responded, giving him a look. "I'm a grown woman, and I can take care of myself."
He smiled softly and replied, "I know you can."
Ewan then wrapped an arm around my small waist and led me to the deck above us.
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Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots
RomanceJust some imagines and one-shots of the hottest, most handsome actor out there. -KBird
