I looked at my chest but of course saw nothing.

But no, she was really looking at his chest and arms.

I could just feel him trying not to look at my chest.

It was all he could do not to look at her chest.

He came toward her and she pointed at his chest.

And I couldn't help wondering, how many of them were looking at her chest?

You feel as though everyone is staring at your chest for all the wrong reasons.

She wanted to shoot him, just point a gun at his chest and fire.

She stared at his chest, her mouth open a little.

But this time, he had it pointed at his own chest.