At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open and Lennon stepped out, holding a stack of papers in his hands. I tilted my chin toward the girl, silently demanding an explanation.
Lennon leaned against the doorframe, his eyes lingering far too long on her exposed skin before finally speaking. "She is just borrowing the bathroom."
Heh, what a clumsy lie.
I did not bother calling him out, narrowing my eyes with a cold stare.
The room fell silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock.
She was young, after all and the tension was too much for her. At last, she broke the silence, her voice trembling as she stammered out a defense.
"Coach Claire, don’t misunderstand. I only came to pick up some sheet music from Lennon. It started raining heavily, so he let me in to shower and dry off…"
"Did I tell you to speak?"
I cut her off sharply and her voice trailed off instantly.
However, my actions seemed to displease Lennon.
He frowned, stepping forward to stand between me and the girl, effectively shielding her.
"Claire, please control your temper."
As he spoke, he tossed the sheet music in his hand toward me, Brahms’ Third Symphony.