The silence that followed was deafening. Cade just stared at me, his expression cycling through shock, disbelief, and something darker that made heat pool low in my stomach.

"You're joking," he said finally.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Lily, you're—" He stopped, ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. "You're Tyler's little sister. You're nineteen. I'm twenty-seven. And Tyler is literally in the next room. This is insane."

"I'm an adult," I countered. "Legally and practically. The age gap isn't that big. And Tyler doesn't need to know. This would be just between us."

"You're out of your mind if you think—"

"I trust you," I interrupted, stepping...