Lily Wes. The name alone sent a jolt through my body. Wes Jennings had been seventeen when he and his father moved next door to us. He had shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes and sported the beginnings of a mustache and facial hair. Throw in that he rode a motorcycle, and it only added to the reason he was my first crush at the tender age of thirteen. After that, I imagined he probably starred in many young girls’ fantasies besides just mine. But he never once showed any interest toward me other than as the young girl who lived next door. Oh, if he saw me outside, he would…