By: Ranjan Sarkhel

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Author’s Note:

That five-chapter story is a love letter to the friends to lovers romance trope. To discover how it all came together, dive into our Friends to Lovers Romance Guide.
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Quote

“Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.”

— Ann Landers

Explanation:

(Ann Landers’ quote, “Love is friendship that has caught fire,” could hardly describe the story in The Pact We Made more accurately.The situation in which Liam and Maya found themselves in is not a spontaneous, sudden infatuation but a quiet and slow burning of feelings that simmer right under the surface of friendly banter and decades of knowing each other. The fire in the quote manifests in The Pact We Made after the hesitant admission of feelings that lingered right under the surface for so many years; it is not a sudden explosion, but a slow, steady burn that consumes the fear of the unknown in both Liam and Maya. Love as friendship that has caught fire in the story is not an all-consuming blaze but a steadying warmth of something familiar and dear that has only become more intense over time. The quote captures the romance of the story perfectly, demonstrating how it does not change real, longstanding friendship but rather enhances it.)

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Chapter 1: The Milestone Birthday

The corner booth at St. Jude’s Diner reeked of charred roast coffee and late September rains. Maya watched Liam continue dismantling the blueberry muffin in front of him. 

She knew this well – over fifteen years of breakfasts, broken egos, and silent milestones, Liam had methodically dismantled at least a hundred scones in exactly the same manner.

“You are staring,” Liam said, not lifting his eyes from the dessert. There was the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “Is my hair doing that weird thing again?”

“You turned thirty today,” said Maya, settling her back against the red vinyl. 

She slid a little vanilla cupcake towards him, where a solitary blue candle burned. “Which means you can no longer pretend to be young and reckless.”

Liam drew a silver lighter from his coat pocket. “Thirty is not that old. It simply means that one is more seasoned. 

Besides, you are only four months behind me. See, your turn will come soon enough.” With an easy flick of his wrist, he opened the lighter and watched the flame leap out. 

He did not hurry to put it out, but instead, propped his chin on his palm and met her gaze. “Do you remember the rooftop behind the college library? Ten years ago, we used to sit there often.”

A strange warmth had bloomed in Maya’s chest, making her wrap her hands around the steaming mug. “We made that ridiculous pact about never marrying an apprentice architect ever,” she said softly.

“No, that was a vow,” corrected Liam, amber eyes darkening. “You proposed that if either of us was still single at thirty, we married the other. We signed it on a napkin. I still have it tucked in my office drawer.”

“Liam, we were both twenty! What was I supposed to do? Run away from the cider shops and the exam invigilators?” She laughed, but the sound died as he gently covered her hand with his.

“I was not drunk when I signed it,” said Liam quietly. He was holding her gaze, his skin warm against her fingertips. For a moment, Maya forgot what she was supposed to say. 

Over the years, their bodies had always been comfortable around each other – a quick hug at the airport, high-fiving over work promotions, or leaning on his shoulder while watching TV – but there was something electric about the touch this morning. 

His hands felt impossibly hot and steady. The air between them seemed suddenly charged and thick.

“You cannot be serious,” murmured Maya, her heartbeat hammering in her eardrums.

Liam bent closer – close enough for her to see the tiny freckles dusting his nose – and extinguished the candle. “I have never made a joke about you, Maya.”

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Chapter 2: The Best Friends Marriage Pact Takes Shape

Two weeks later, the theoretical joke came to life and manifested in cardboard boxes and packing tape.

The corner booth of St. Jude’s Diner reeked of burnt roast coffee and the dampness of the September rains. 

Maya watched Liam continue picking apart the blueberry muffin in front of him. 

She knew this well – over the past fifteen years, Liam had methodically dismantled at least a hundred scones in the same manner.

“You are staring,” Liam said, not looking up from the dessert. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Is my hair doing that weird thing again?”

“You turned thirty today,” said Maya, settling her back against the red vinyl of the booth. 

She pushed a small vanilla cupcake in front of him, on which a solitary blue candle burned. “That means you can no longer act like a young fool.”

Liam fished out a silver lighter from his coat pocket. “Thirty is not that bad. It simply means that one is more seasoned. Besides, you are only four months behind me. 

See, your turn will come soon enough.” With a lazy flick of his wrist, he opened the lighter and sent a jet of flame out. He did not hurry to put it out, but instead, leaned his chin on his palm and looked at her. 

“Do you remember the rooftop behind the college library? We used to spend a lot of time there.”

A strange warmth had bloomed in Maya’s chest, making her wrap her hands around the steaming mug. “We made that ridiculous pact about never marrying an apprentice architect ever,” she said softly.

“No, that was a vow,” corrected Liam, his amber eyes darkening. “You proposed that if either of us was still single at thirty, we married the other. We signed it on a napkin. I still have it in my office.”

“Liam, we were both twenty! What was I supposed to do? Run away from the cider shops and the exam invigilators?” She laughed, but the sound died as he gently covered her hand with his.

“I was not drunk when I signed it,” said Liam quietly. He was looking at her, his skin warm against her fingertips. 

For a moment, Maya forgot what she was supposed to say. Over the years, their bodies had always been comfortable around each other – a quick hug at the airport, high-fiving over work promotions, or leaning on his shoulder while watching TV. 

But something about the touch this morning was different. His hands seemed unbearably hot, and she found herself suddenly aware of every heartbeat. The air between them felt suddenly charged and heavy.

“You cannot be serious,” murmured Maya, her heart pounding in her ears.

Liam bent closer – close enough for her to see the tiny freckles on his nose – and put out the candle. “I have never made a joke about you, Maya.”

Maya’s lease had inexplicably expired when her landlord decided to sell the duplex. Liam readily offered his spare room, which made perfect sense. 

They split the rent and shared the responsibilities – and knew everything about each other’s habits. But the ease of their life together took a new turn after the conversation at the diner.

On a rainy Thursday evening, Maya walked into the kitchen, clad in an old college hoodie. Liam was at the stove, methodically stirring the tomato sauce with a wooden spoon. 

The kitchen was fragrant with garlic and sweet basil.

“Taste this,” said Liam, turning around. 

He raised the spoon to her lips, gently blowing on the sauce. Maya leaned in, and without thinking, her hand came up to his arm, steadying herself. Liam’s muscles jumped under her palm. 

She tasted the sauce – rich and full of oregano – but her heart raced at the feel of his face hovering over hers. He was looking straight into her eyes, his breath warm against her cheeks.

“It is… really good,” whispered Maya.

Liam did not move the spoon. His eyes tracked the movement of her lips. “You have a bit of sauce there,” he said, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. 

His touch was light, but there was nothing playful about the gesture. Maya’s breath hitched in her throat. 

She took a step back, her back hitting the counter. Liam’s hand slowly left her arm, his knuckles grazing her hip before resting on his apron.

“I will set the table,” Maya murmured, grabbing two ceramic plates from the cabinet. Her hands were shaking.

They ate in a comfortable silence that was entirely different from the easy banter of their usual dinners. 

Every time Liam reached for the bread basket or her water glass, their hands brushed, sending little sparks of electricity through the room. 

The safe ordinariness of their lives together was dissolving, leaving something dangerously exciting in its wake.

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Chapter 3: The Green-Eyed Monster

But the real test of Maya’s unspoken feelings came on a Friday night at an architecture mixer.

Maya stood by the glass balcony doors, sipping sparkling cider. Across the room, Liam was talking to an elegant interior designer. 

They stood in a cluster with other guests, but Maya could see the two of them clearly.

The interior designer, a beautiful, sharp-featured woman named Clara, laughed at something Liam said and gave him a playful shove on his shoulder with her manicured fingers.

A sudden, tight pain gripped Maya’s chest. Not jealousy, exactly, but something close to it. 

Of course she’d seen Liam out with other women before, but there’d always been that invisible wall between them. 

Now, after their mornings discussing architecture over coffee and afternoons debating the philosophy of human connection on the couch, it felt like something like a knife to the gut.

Liam followed her line of sight and excused himself to Clara with a polite remark. He pushed through the crowd until he reached Maya.

“You look bored,” Liam said after coming up next to her. He loosened his tie at the collar.

“Clara seemed rather fond of your blueprints,” Maya replied, twisting the stem of her champagne flute.

Liam arched an eyebrow, a half-smile playing across his lips. “Are you keeping score?”

“I’m simply stating observations,” Maya replied, looking out at the dark skyline. “She seems very nice. You should ask for her number.”

Liam drew closer, until the space between them was swallowed up. His shoulder nearly touched hers. “I don’t want her number, Maya.”

“Really? She’s smart and beautiful, and in the same field as you.”

“I don’t want her number,” Liam said again, more seriously this time. 

The soft music in the background seemed to take a pause as he looked down at her. “because she’s not the woman I wake up thinking about, and she’s certainly not the woman I want to come home to.” 

His voice took on a deeper, steadier quality as he met her gaze. “You know that.”

Maya swallowed, suddenly very aware of just how intensely he was looking at her.

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Chapter 4: The Breaking Point

The drive back to the apartment was silent, save for the sound of the engine and the patter of midnight rain on the windshield.

When they got back to the apartment, Maya slipped off her heels and tossed her small bag on the table in the entryway. The tension between them had grown unbearable.

“We need to talk about this, Liam,” Maya said as she turned to him in the hallway, lit by the glow of the living room.

Liam shrugged off his coat and hung it on a hook. “Talk about what?”

“Us. The diner. What you said tonight,” she said. 

She met his gaze, her voice shaking. “Liam, you are my best friend. You have been my safe haven since we were fifteen. If we cross this bridge and then realize we made a monumental mistake, I won’t just lose my boyfriend. I will lose my best friend.” 

Her voice cracked. “I can’t lose you.”

Liam crossed the distance between them and cupped her face in his hands. 

His thumbs brushed the sensitive skin of her cheeks, pushing until she had to look at him. His gaze held steady dark pools of chocolate.

“Listen to me, Maya,” Liam said, his voice rough. “I have loved you for the past ten years. I loved you when we studied together until the early hours of the morning. I loved you when you got your first job. I loved you every day that I convinced myself that I was content loving you as my best friend. I will not wake up tomorrow and decide that loving you as my best friend is good enough.”

“Liamaaa..” She cried as a tear slipped down her cheek and onto his thumb

“I’m scared too,” he whispered. He lowered his head until his forehead met hers. “But I can’t live like this, pretending that you’re just my best friend. Let me love you, Maya, please.”

Maya released a shaky breath as she closed her eyes. When she opened them, she found Liam’s lips hovering over hers. 

With a soft sigh, she pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck and tucking her fingers in the hair at the base of his skull. 

When Liam’s lips met hers, the hesitation vanished. The ghost of a decade of longing. Maya kissed him, the first hesitant kiss quickly deepened the kiss, devouring the other. 

All barriers gone, their bodies molding together as if no time had passed since they’d last kissed.

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Chapter 5: The Forever Balance — Fulfilling The Pact We Made

Six months later, the morning sun streamed through the kitchen window of their home. 

It painted golden rectangles on the floor of the small but cozy dining room where Maya now sat, a steaming mug of coffee in her hands.

Liam approached from the kitchen, carrying a plate of toast and eggs and leaned down to kiss her forehead. He took the seat across from her, a fond smile curving his lips.

“Morning, partner,” he said, his voice rough with sleep.

Maya laughed, taking his hand and entwining their fingers together. The nervousness that had characterized their early interactions had long since vanished, leaving in its wake a sense of peace and contentment. 

The banter about whose turn it was to do the dishes continued just as it always had, and the inside jokes from their university days still made them laugh, but there was an unspoken understanding now. No more secrets, no more games, no more pretending.

“Do you think about it at all?” she asked him, absently tracing the wedding band on her finger. “Do you think about what would have happened if we hadn’t made the pact?”

Liam shook his head almost vehemently. “Not really. I think we would have gotten here eventually, you know?” He paused, smiling softly. “The pact just helped us admit the truth”

Maya raised her coffee mug in a silent toast, watching the man who had once been her best friend move around the kitchen. Their romance had not changed them, really. 

They were the same people they had been all along, only with an added layer of affection that made everything feel warmer, gentler. 

Moving from friends to lovers had not been a reckless, impulsive decision after all. It had been the most sensible thing they could have done.

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Quote

“There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart; there is nothing to be compared to it. In friendship it is everything—and what is love, but that same friendship refined?”— Jane Austen

Explanation:

Jane Austen once wrote that love was “friendship refined.” This is an absolutely wonderful summary of the relationship between Maya and Liam in The Pact We Made .

In this book, Maya and Liam have shared fifteen years of friendship and affection before becoming something more serious. In this story, the idea of crossing the bridge from friends to lovers doesn’t mean that they have to forget about everything they’ve shared up to this point. Instead, they simply accept their feelings for one another, realizing that their easy, affectionate friendship can be something much more lasting and profound.

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