Though their second kiss was far quicker than their first, it still left the taste of his mouth on her lips. His kisses were like a drug, and Jen was instantly hooked. The more he kissed her, the more she wanted and the more her body began to take over for her brain. She pulled him to her again, and their lips crashed together in a frenzy. This time, she was far more thorough, turning her head to the side to taste more of his mouth. He was intoxicating, and Jen whimpered quietly against his lips before pulling away. Her head was shaking.
I don't care. Not if don't.
What did that even mean? Did she care? Perhaps if she did, she wouldn't have tried kissing him in the first place. "Wes, I'm married. I have children. I'm your teacher." But that didn't stop her from looking him over once before breathlessly sighing and kissing him again, her tongue snaking out from her mouth touch his.