Polar reached for the boy's chest and let his hand lie there.
Her heart was ten times too big for her chest.
"Good thing they went for your chest, not your head."
She'd be shooting blind, unable to aim for his chest or head.
She'd lost control; aimed for the Pike's chest when a leg would have served.
And this time they won't aim for his chest.
She brought the gun back up, aiming for his chest.
My heart felt hot and too big for my chest.
He lunged for her chest, his eyes wide and crazy.
But we did end up using the hot melt for his chest.