Roughly shifting some of the firewood, he lit the fire faster than she’d ever seen anyone do, and her eyes widened as the hot flames licked the sooty stone. “It was you,” she whispered. Merrick froze, crouched down by the white fireplace. “You lit the fire in the cabin.” “You don’t seem to do so well in the dark,” he muttered as he rose to walk back and forth in the room, dragging his hands through his hair. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Stop. You know I'm a sucker for stuff like this
