He watched the dancers and leaned on the brick mailbox structure. A man with blond hair and a tailored suit danced along to the music. The black masquerade mask covered his eyes and forehead, but the rest of his face was up for viewing. When he smiled, a dimple deepened on his right cheek.  Did he have scruff? Too hard to tell from so far away. He admired the build of the man’s body, strong like a bodybuilder…wider in the shoulders and narrow around the waist with long legs. He sighed and bit back a grin. He liked men with long legs.

Peter had long legs and a dimple. He shivered. The memory of Peter’s kiss lingered in Kenley’s mind. He wanted to feel that desire again and wanted to be loved.

The man seemed to look in Kenley’s direction. He smiled again and dipped his head once. Was he trying to catch Kenley’s eye? His heart skipped a beat. He had to be crazy, but he could’ve sworn the man watching him was Peter.

Kenley gathered his courage. What would it hurt to talk to the man? If the guy was indeed Peter, he might be able to get some closure or there was the chance they could have a second night stand. He forced himself forward, but the rush of people kept him from getting anywhere. He shook his head and backed up. Maybe he’d go around the dancers. When he glanced over to where the blond guy had been dancing, the man wasn’t there. He wandered around the throng of people, but the more he looked, the harder time he had finding the guy. Had the man disappeared? Just poof and gone?

His heart sank. He should’ve known even with a fancy mask and a nice suit, he wasn’t going to attract a good-looking man and if the guy was truly Peter, then no wonder he’d gotten the hell out of there. Getting together again would end up being a disaster. Kenley groaned. His ex-boyfriend had been right—he needed to stop aiming so high and head home. Parties weren’t his thing.

But what if the guy was Peter and he wanted a second go-round with Kenley? Would he push Peter away? Not a chance. He wanted the laughs and hot times they’d shared for that one night.