Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #27 (Ewan McGregor)

I walked into the living room to find Ewan sitting at the dining room table, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. He looked cozy in his thick, white sweater, and it made me want to snuggle up with him so badly. "How does that sweater feel?" I asked, smiling.

He glanced over his shoulder and smiled back. "Amazing," Ewan replied. "I might never get out of it again."

I laughed and sat down across from him. "That wouldn't surprise me, to be honest."

A moment passed, and then Ewan commented, "You look cold. What was the temperature out there?"

"55," I replied, groaning. "It felt more like 49."

"Then come over here." He got up from his chair and moved to the sofa, setting his mug down in front of him. "I'm not going to let you freeze."

"I'm fine, Ewan," I said. "There's no need to worry."

He glanced at my exposed arm and replied, "The goosebumps are appearing as we speak."

I looked down and, sure enough, he was right. My hairs were sticking straight up because of the cold, while goosebumps covered me from head to toe. 

I let out a sigh of annoyance at being wrong, but I surrendered and walked over to Ewan, who's arms were already opened for me when I plopped onto the sofa. He pulled me close and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Is this better?" he asked softly.

"Yeah," I replied, melting into his touch. 

He chuckled a bit and kissed my head again. "You're adorable, darling."

"Thanks," I blushed, burying my face in his chest with a smile on my lips.