Chapter 5

Phillip and Taylor forgot everyone else was there as their kiss deepened.
"Okay you two. Times up," said Belle.
"I don't think the care," said Mimi staring at them. Finally the broke apart.
"Did you say something?" asked a breathless Phillip.
"Yeah," replied Shawn. "We were just waiting for you two so that we could get on with the game."
"Okay then. I pick Mimi. What was the best moment in your life?"
When Shawn kissed me in Paris, thought Mimi. If I say that he'll think I'm a loser. "When my friends told me they were going to build my family a house with Habitat for Humanity," lied Mimi. "Now I pick Shawn."
"Okay, give me your best question."
"What is your greatest fantasy."
Shawn took a quick glance at Belle before he told them that he'd take a dare.
"Okay, strip."
"What!" shouted Shawn.
"You heard me, strip." Repeated Mimi. "Just down to your boxers and of course, you get music."
Everyone, except Shawn, started laughing while Mimi went to get a portable CD player. She came back a couple minutes later and put on Leanne Rimes, Can't fight the Moonlight. An embarrassed Shawn stood up and started dancing. First he kicked off his shoes and as he was taking off his shirt he got into it. The guys were laughing as the girls were whistling at him and he started to like the attention, especially the attention he was getting from Belle. When he was done he bowed for the audience and then put his clothes back on while everyone laughed, including Shawn.
"Okay, let's continue the game."
They continued for about another half-hour until Taylor left and everyone else went to bed.

In The Morning

Shawn woke up early, excited about spending the entire day at the beach, with Belle. He quickly took a shower and got dressed and headed downstairs and toward the kitchen. When he got there he noticed that Belle was already there, sitting at the table eating a waffle. She looked beautiful with her hair curled and laying on her shoulders and wearing short, black, jean shorts; a white, tight tank top that has the word angel spread across her chest in gold; and a pair of gold sandals with heels.
"Good morning," said Shawn as he sat next to her.
"Good morning," replied Belle looking at him. He had on a tight, white shirt that showed off his muscles.
"Don't tell me you cooked that and the kitchen is still here," teased Shawn.
"Ha ha, very funny. Waffles just happens to be one thing that I am great at cooking."
"Really! I didn't think you could cook anything. After all, weren't you the one that started a fire in hospitality last year."
"Like I said, waffles is the one thing I am good at cooking. There is one in the waffle maker if you want."
"Thanks." Shawn got the waffle and took a bite.
"Wow, this is good," he commented. "Where did you learn to cook waffles."
"Actually, Mrs. Horton taught me."
"Well, that explains it," said Shawn with a laugh. "I knew she was a good cook, but to turn you of all people into a descent cook. I'm impressed," teased Shawn.
"That's it," said an angry Belle while she walked over to him. "A girl can only take so much abuse before she strikes back." With that she picked up the container of flour and dumped it on him getting it in his hair and on his face and chest.
"You're going to get it now," said Shawn and he started chasing after her. He caught up to Belle in the living room and he started tickling her.
"Stop," she managed to blurt out between chuckles.
"Say uncle," said Shawn while still tickling her.
"Uncle," said Belle through her laughter and Shawn stopped but her was still holding her. Her arms were pressed against his chest and his one hand was on her side while the other lay on her shoulder. Belle looked up and found herself staring into Shawn's brown eye.
This is it. No more interruptions, thought Shawn as his lips came crashing down on hers for a passionate first kiss.