Night becomes day and day becomes night

She opens her eyes and look at the person laying next to her. Who is he? What will he think when he opens his eyes and sees me? Will he think the same of me now, now that he's been this close? Will he still want her to open herself further, display her dreams and desires. Or will he be happy knowing nothing, keeping the status quo? She moves her arm, he lets out a grunt, but his eyes are still closed. His breathing continues, he is sleeping. She looks at his face, studies it, as if she would never see it again. His hair is cropped, yet thick with locks, she wonders for a second what he would look like with long hair. The stubble on his chin is growing as she watches him, she touches her lips. Only a few hours ago those lips touched his, they feel sore, yet satisfied. She reaches over him and picks up the clock, it's six, he opens his eyes and looks at her. What is she thinking? 'Can't you sleep?' 'Maybe', she answers. He watches her slide off the bed, 'Are you getting up?' 'No, I have to pee'. Her hips sway as she walks out of the room. Who is she? What did she think of me? Does she expect anything from me? Quick glimpses of the night that was goes through his mind, he can still taste her and the room is filled with her smell, their smell. He closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep, it's too early. He hears her come back, he opens his eyes and see her curves, he wants to touch her, he wants to tell her how sexy she is, but he keeps silent. His eyes are shut when her warm body is yet again next to him, she is close, he moves his arm to give her more space. She fills the void and lays her head on his chest. He breaths out in satisfaction, she moans and pushes her naked body up against him. She wants to stay awake, but her eyelids are heavy. They don't speak, they sleep, they both question themselves, question their choice, the other's choice. Why would she want me? What does he expect of me?