In an instant, Jen had pulled Wes into a hug. Her arms wrapped around his neck gently, and her eyes closed as she took in his scent. She knew he was just a boy, knew he couldn't possibly keep the promises he was making to her. He was so young, so naive, so unburdened by the trials of life. Some part of her wanted nothing to do with him, wanted to allow him to explore life on his own, make his own mistakes and be allowed to grow up when his time came.
But a larger part of her wanted him all for herself. "Thank you," she said quietly to him. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this, how much I appreciate you. And Wes." She pulled back to look him in the eyes. "I want you to know that I would do the same for you should you ever need it. You're a dear." And she smiled, gently cupping his cheek with her hand.