Disclaimer: Diana Wynne Jones, not I, owns HMC and its wonderful characters.
Sophie can't fall asleep. She throws the covers off, heaping them on top of a slumbering Howl. But it's still too hot. She silently curses the weather. She then silently curses Howl. It is partly his fault that she's so warm. If only he wasn't lying so close to her… if only his arm wasn't draped so heavily over her waist… if only he was considerate enough to magically lower his body temperature by a few degrees…
Sophie begins to inch out from under his arm.
"Trying to get away from me?" Howl asks, his voice foggy with sleep, yet tinged with hurt.
"You're too warm," Sophie says as she slides free of him.
"Don't worry. I shall die of heartbreak soon, cruel Sophie, and you will find yourself next to a frozen corpse."
Sophie awakens to a pale blue dawn. She shivers, the heat of the night having finally dissipated. She reaches for the covers, but finds that Howl has them in a death grip. So she rolls over, and curls herself around him.
"What now?" asks Howl.
"I'm cold," Sophie tells him.
"Will you make up your mind?" he groans, but obligingly pulls her back into his embrace.