The kiss was amazing. When he was kissing her, it felt to Wes like nothing else matter. Not the fact that kissing a teacher was kind of a big deal in frowned on way, not the fact that he was a lot younger than she was, not the fact that they were in a classroom. None of it mattered. Only the kiss mattered.
Wes felt a little lightheaded when Jennifer (his brain had stopped bothering to correct it to "Mrs. Evans") pulled back. He grinned at her, feeling more than a little giddy. She started to say something, probably about how they shouldn't be doing this, but he could tell she wanted to do it anyway. He pressed his lips against hers again, more exhuberently this time, then pulled back to look at her.
"I know that...people would say we shouldn't do this. But I, I don't care. Not if you don't," he murmured, stroking her cheek.