Nora Sakavich. Fox hole (№ 448433)

There was only one thing left to change. Excitement prickled under his skin as he removed his contact lenses from his eyes. He blinked, getting used to their absence, and flushed down the toilet. One look in the mirror made his breath get stuck in his throat - the last time Neil saw his natural eye color was more than a year ago and since then he has never got out of bed without putting on lenses before. Cold as ice, the blue seemed only brighter against the black hair and clothes. Neal could not look at this gift from his father with indifference.