A muffled knock shook Shawn from his slumber. He groaned in his sleep, rolling over, looking at the clock on his stand. Seven twenty-three. The red numbers glared back at him, through sleep ridden eyes. "Who in the hell would be up at this time?" he mutter to himself, rolling out of bed, making sure not to disturb Mimi.

He stared down at her for a few minutes, reliving the night before in his mind. A light smile played across his lips, before he headed out of the bedroom. It was dark, he didn't want to wake Mimi, and he couldn't find his pants. Therefore he decided not to worry about them. He had his boxers on, anyway. If the person didn't want to see him standing there in his boxers, then they shouldn't have been waking him up at that time of the morning.

Reaching the door of the loft, he pulled it aside, where his gaze meant Belle's. "Hi Shawn." Was the first thing that she said, upon seeing him. "Belle." He nodded a greeting. "Um… do you mind if I come in?" she asked, hesitantly. "No… no. Come on in." He said, stepping aside, allowing her entrance to the loft. She stepped in, and Shawn slid the door shut.

"Just give me a minute." He said, gesturing for her to sit down as he headed to the bathroom to locate his robe. Once he had it on, he returned to where he had left Belle. She had taken a seat on the couch, and was waiting idly for him to return. His hands went to the pockets of his robe as he sat down next to her.

She gave him on of those smiles that he loved to see, even now. "Where's Mimi?" she asked, looked back towards Mimi's door. "She's asleep in her room. Why?" he asked, looking at Belle. What did it matter where Mimi was? "Because I need to talk to you." She replied, looking back at him, with a serious look.

"Alright. What is it?" he asked, confused about the look on her face. "Were you with another woman last night, Shawn?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Blinking a few times at Belle's question, Shawn felt a bit taken aback. "Maybe I was. What does it matter to you?" he retorted.

Belle looked at him, with something that looked like a hurt look. "Just answer the question." She said. Shawn sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. Should he tell her? It wasn't any of her business after all. She had chosen to stay with Philip. She had told him to move on. And now that he was, she acted as if she didn't want him to.

"I was." He said, simply, making it seem as if it wasn't important. However, it was important. Important to him. He cared for Mimi, a lot more than he thought that he did. Last night had proved that to him. Belle's eyes showed the shock that her face did not. She tried to hide it, but Shawn still saw it. "Who was she?" she asked, her voice holding a hurt tone in it.

"What's with all the questions? You told me to move on, that we couldn't be together. Now that I'm doing that, you're questioning my every move." He asked, not appreciating the interrogation she was putting him through. "I do want you to move on. I just would like to know who you're moving on with. I don't want you to get yourself hurt." She lied. "So, please just tell me." She said, looking at him closely.

Shawn stood up and walked away from Belle. He paced behind the couch, feeling her eyes burning into him. Why did she care? She had hurt him when she had decided to stay with Philip. He understood why she had chosen to, but it still hurt all the same. And now, she said that she didn't want him to hurt himself. A bit hypocritical, eh?

Sighing once more, he turned towards her. He could see the hurt in her eyes. Now she knew how it felt to hear someone that you cared for, making love to someone else. The walls were paper thin in that building, so there was no doubt that Belle had heard Mimi and Shawn.

"You didn't recognize the voice?" he said, watching her face for a sign of a lie. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her face expressionless. "You know what I mean Belle. These walls are paper thin. You heard us. That's how you know that I was with someone else last night." He said exasperatedly.

Belle's face tinged a light pink at his words. She knew he was right. "I did hear you, and yes, that's how I knew that you were with someone else last night. But I didn't recognize her voice. It's not like I was listening." She said, trying to make him, and herself believe her last statement.

"Belle, I don't want there to be any weird feelings between you and her, so its best if we just let it go unknown." He said, turning away. "No, Shawn, I want to know who this woman is." She said, standing up quickly, as if she was getting ready to stop him if he started walking away.

"Belle… Fine." He said, growing more irked by the minute. "I didn't sleep in my bed last night, but I was in this loft." He said, crossing his arms. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes looking fearfully to his door, as if she though he was lying to her. "Belle, you're not stupid. There's only one other place I could have slept at last night." He said.

Her eyes turned towards the couch. "No, Belle. I was with Mimi last night." He said, trying not to be as blunt as he possibly could. Belle's mouth fell open at his words. "You were with Mimi!" she breathed, looking shocked. All the reply that Shawn offered was a nod.

"How could you?" she asked. "What do you mean, how could I? There is no us, Belle. You told me to move on. And I am." He said his eyes wide. "I didn't mean with her!" she retorted, her voice rising. "What's wrong with me moving on with Mimi?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"She's not right for you! She's totally wrong!" she cried, pointing a finger in the direction of Mimi's door. "I'm sorry that you think that, but frankly Belle, I don't give a damn if you think she's wrong for me." He replied, not trying to be polite.

Belle's mouth dropped once more, as she looked at him. "I think you should leave now, Belle." He said, his head nodding towards the door. "You need to be with your husband. He's probably worried about you." He said, moving towards the door. Pulling it open, he waited for Belle to leave.

She stared at him, in disbelief for a minute, before walking slowly out of the loft. "You know she's not right for you." Belle said, turning back to him. "And who do you think is?" he said, his hand on the door handle. "Me." She replied, leaning in to kiss him. "I thought so at one point too, Belle." He said, gently pushing her back. "But you made your choice and I've made mine. I'm sorry." He said, shutting the door.

Shawn scrubbed his hand over his face, and walked towards the couch. Flopping down on it, he sighed. He never thought he'd turn Belle away. He loved her, after all. But after the night with Mimi, something changed. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard to move on as he thought it was going to be. Not if he had Mimi to lean on.