A concave chest means that your diaphragm is sagging.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
Take off your shirt." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I'm not going to attack you," she said impatiently. "I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning." "Are you sure?" he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. "Because viewi...
Rodrigo tried to draw a deep breath, but his chest was too filled with anguish, rage and guilt. He kissed his ash-coated fingers. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you more than life itself.” Curling his fingers into his fist, he pressed it...
Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat's chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his...
It's impossible to be more flat-chested than I am.
The 1920s brought not only the Charleston but the flat chest.
The devil lies brooding in the miser's chest.
Reed Rothchild: Nobody fucks with Chest and Brock!
The way to a man's heart is through his chest.
I have hair on my chest. And it’s purring.
They don't pay you a million dollars for two-hand chest passes.
The greatest treasure chest is the heart that contains love.
A push-up bra is to a woman’s chest … what 'breathing-in' is to a man’s stomach.
Secret 3963. It’s only a sucking chest wound if you’re not the shooter.
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
I am actively campaigning for 'chest hair' to become an Olympic sport.
I think a man is a man, and a man has a hairy chest, so let that be!
And it doesn't matter how many times he says it, the words have never lost their meaning. And they never will. Because it's more than just words spoken, it's his arms around me when I feel like I'm falling. It's his lips on mine, kissing away the pai...
Without direction, the respiratory technician goes to the head of the bed. She takes the tubing, attaches it to the oxygen, and turns it on as high as it will go. She provides a seal with her hand cupped over the plastic mask, over the nose and mouth...
I grinned. “So you are human after all.” I touched his chest, feeling him breathe hard in and out. “I always thought you were made of steel, you know,” I said. “Superman?” Nat arched his eyebrows. “No, the Tin Man,” I answered back. I...
