An American Homo In Paris (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
He hoped he hadn’t played this wrong. If he had, he could always blame all the blood in his brain going to the little head when he saw Benji in his underwear on the Metro. His cheeks heated at the memory of Benji striking that sexy pose and teasing him. He had to hand it to the American— he knew how to work a crowd. He watched Benji’s face as they approached the glass-surrounded tomb. The glass was covered with lipstick marks and messages scrawled across it. Benji’s jaw dropped a little, his hands balled into fists at his sides, and then he looked at Ziri. “That’s— Ziz.” The intimacy of his nickname on Benji’s lips stirred Ziri, but when the look of wonder broke out on Benji’s face, that’s when he knew he’d gotten it right. “That’s Oscar Wilde’s tomb.” “J’ai pensé—” Ziri swallowed. Lots of Americans headed straight for Jim Morrison’s tomb. And why wouldn’t they? But this was Benji. And while he didn’t know for sure how Benji felt about the late lead singer of The Doors, he had a pretty good idea that a man who titled his blog “An American Homo in Paris”
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