[It's all he really needs for her to dip in again with less shyness and more passion to reciprocate; digits sliding up her jaw to thread through her hair. This would register as a monumental mistake to men who observed and cared, who realized Roxy is full of wants he can't sate because he's focused on the one he can. The one he wants in turn, the physical. The touch and the kiss, the nipping her dark painted lips. He's not the man who's good for her, he's toxic and he doesn't care. Doesn't know.
He presses forward now, tilting his head and coaxing her lips to part.]