Thank God indeed. Otherwise that probably meant they were stuck in a Stephen King book as very expendable plot set-ups.
If Brodie even attempted at playing the little drums to the beat of his heart right now? He might actually poke holes through Jamie's t-shirt.
Obviously Jamie would have no idea really how much Brodie liked to feel someone's hand curled into his hair on the back of his head, because they had never hosted a panel on turn-ons/turn-offs or anything like that. So, when Jamie did just that it took all of Brodie's strength not to gasp audibly.
Prodded by this, this time Brodie didn't just kiss Jamie like a scared thirteen year-old. He opened his mouth slightly, tracing his tongue over Jamie's lips. Definitely not a thirteen year-old kiss. And if thirteen year-olds kissed like this, then that was just wrong.