"You really need to get laid."
Julian laughed under his breath and shook his head, rolling his beer bottle between the palm of his hands. "Thanks for your concern but I'm fine," he stressed.
"No," Kaden disagreed, taking a seat opposite him on the three seater, brown leather sofa. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and gestured at his brother with his freshly opened beer. "You need to get laid," he repeated before taking a sip.
Julian rolled eyes and sat back against his arm- chair, the colour and material matching the three- seater his brother currently occupied. "Why do I need to get laid?" With a heavy sigh, he decided to humour Kaden.
"Because you're cranky," Kaden offered simply. "And you never get cranky. You're the least cranky person I know. Until you need to get laid,
