Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #33 (Ewan McGregor)

Ewan sat across from me as I stared out the window in a dazed state. My anxiety was at its highest peak, and the only thing I could do was let it run its course through me. I had taken my medications, but it took a while to kick in, so I had no choice other than to wait.

He broke the tense silence by asking, "Is there anything I can do for you, darling?"

I didn't look at him, but I quietly requested, "I'd like you to hold me."

Wasting no time, Ewan got up and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. His chin rested on my shoulder, and he placed a soft kiss on my cheek. "Is this okay?" he asked gently.

I nodded. "Thank you, Ewan."

"Of course, love," he replied. "I'll hold you for as long as you need me to."

I smiled and leaned my head back on him, enjoying the feel of his touch immensely.