Page 33 of I Married Kayog
Before I could flinch inwardly at using the term of endearment, the wave of pleasure emanating from Linsea bothappeased me and whipped the possessiveness I felt towards her into a frenzy. It tickled me pink that she was still responding so positively towards me, especially after how much I dreaded that this reunion might turn sour.
After relieving her of the two bags, I took flight, happy to leave behind the painful chaos of the campus stirring to life as more and more students started their day. There was something magical about flying next to my mate. My mind swirled with images of our nuptial flight, of countless adventures of us soaring through the skies surrounded by nothing but pristine nature, the caress of the wind, the warm rays of the sun, and the enthralling aura of our love swirling around us. I wanted this so badly I could taste it.
Linsea gasped as we approached our destination, and she finally noticed a lone house sitting by itself in the middle of a tiny island in the river.
“Is this your house?” she exclaimed, flabbergasted.
“It is,” I replied smugly.
“You own an entire island?!”
I chuckled. “Technically, this is too small to be called an island. It’s actually an islet measuring a little over sixty square meters. And sadly, no, I do not own it. Normally, you cannot build a residence here. But the mayor was kind enough to grant me a special permit to temporarily settle here for the duration of my education,” I said as we began our descent.
From a bird’s eye view, the house was shaped like a cross with slightly slanted dark roofs. They were all solar panels which allowed me to enjoy most standard creature comforts without having to be connected to the city grid.
“It is a deployable home, designed specifically for my needs. So it’s perfect for me to travel anywhere with it,” I explained as we landed.
Although not perfect, this home was my haven. Over the years, it had been the only thing that kept me from going entirely insane. If I could go back in time, I would have made a few additional tweaks, but this was more than good enough. I loved the huge reflective windows all around that always had light flooding in, while affording me the privacy I craved… Not that anyone ever came here.
I opened the door and waved her in before following her inside. Even with the door still open, the dampening effect of the house almost had me moaning with relief. Entering the shelter of my home always made me fully grasp how painful things had been. Considering people were only just getting up, it distressed me to realize how insanely sensitive I had grown of late.
However, while coming home elated me, I immediately felt the shift in Linsea. I wouldn’t call it discomfort, but it affected her not in the most positive way. It was to be expected for anyone unused to this type of environment.
“Whoa!” Linsea whispered to herself, frowning slightly as she looked around the room, trying to figure out what exactly unsettled her. “This feels weird.”
“Yes, that’s normal,” I replied in an appeasing tone.
Her eyes widened in sudden understanding.
“Oh wow! This feels like an anechoic chamber! It’s like there’s no echo!” she exclaimed.
My smile broadened. “It is kind of the same principle, but it’s not for normal sound. This house is designed to block psychic signals.”
She slightly recoiled, confusion settling on her beautiful face. “Psychic?” Linsea repeated.
I nodded. “There are quite a few things I need to explain to you. But first, let me give you a quick tour. Then we can settle at the table and talk while we eat.”
“Sounds good,” she replied, the relief and excitement radiating from her confirming she had hoped I would come clean about certain things.
As much as I had dreaded it—and still did to a certain extent—it finally sank in that this was the right thing to do. Isobel had been correct in stating that I should be able to discuss anything with my soulmate. It couldn’t be a coincidence that Fate sent her my way at the very moment I felt on the verge of throwing in the towel. Linsea was giving me a reason to hang on to a miserable life I no longer had the strength to endure.
I gave her a quick tour of the house, which featured one bedroom with its en suite bathroom, the second bedroom which I used as an office, the living room which also served as my meditation room, and the adjoining kitchen dining area with a small water closet by the entrance.
“This is a really beautiful house,” Linsea said with sincere admiration. “I love the earthy color palette you chose. For some reason, I expected your place to either be all black and dark grays, or the typical white and brown that males often go for. But I adore this forest-green, midnight-blue, oranges, and deep-reds that you used. It’s warm, joyful, and inviting without being over the top or aggressive. I also really appreciate how you balanced making the place feel homey but not cluttered.”
I puffed out my chest a bit more with each of her words. As I never entertained guests aside from Isobel, I had no idea how my female would have perceived my decor aesthetic. Saying her response pleased me would be a major understatement.
“I’m glad you like it. As I spend most of my time here, I need it to feel warm and inviting.”
Although I spoke those words in a cheerful way, I didn’t miss the sliver of sadness they triggered in her. Like most people, she would deem this house a prison rather than a haven. In more ways than one, it would be an accurate assessment. But for me,the protection it provided outweighed any negative connotation that came with it.
“This place must have cost a fortune,” Linsea said pensively as I guided her to the dining table large enough for four people.
“It wasn’t cheap,” I conceded, “but the settlement covered all of it with plenty left,” I said as I stopped right next to the table.
“That’s amazing!” she said with a smile, her gaze roaming over the house one more time before settling on me. “I truly love your home. It’s very reflective of you.”
I tilted my head to the side and gave her an inquisitive look. “Reflective of me?” I echoed. “What do you mean?”
