My Teacher Got Me Pregnant

Prologue:

Mr. Jones met my gaze from across the room. My stomach twisted, though in a good way. In fact, an amazing way.
His chocolate brown eyes were strong, confident, yet so gentle at the same time. Blast his charms. Blast the feelings he gave me whenever he was close.
I felt my heart race in my chest as Mr. Jones slowly stood and walked to the classroom door, his eyes still on me.
"Faith, can I talk to you outside for a moment?" His deep voice traveled across the room and into my ear. I wanted to sing and dance. I wanted to shout to everyone else that he was mine.
But instead, I calmly nodded and stood from my desk. I walked out into the hall with Mr. Jones closely behind. Close enough to make my skin shiver with excitement.
Mr. Jones slowly shut the door behind us, and made his way to me. I was pressed against the lockers, my breath quickening as he got closer and closer.
He leaned in, smelling of cinnamon, and brushed his hand over my cheek. "I couldn't wait to do this again," he whispered huskily.
I suddenly yanked his face down to mine, pressing our lips together. His hands immediately went to my hips, holding me to him.
Was this wrong? Was it wrong that I was kissing my teacher?