[Love was easy for her once upon a time before her heart was mostly held together with hot glue and duct tape. It's hard not to be too careful. Guarded against more breaks.
She wouldn't be mad if he said it, but... It would be hard. She'd feel like she was disappointing him by not feeling it. She'd be worried by the relationship being so lopsided. She might even be concerned that she can't love anymore. That she's broken. But she's not. She just needs to adjust. Not that there are ever any guarantees the heart will embrace what the head wants.
She does feel a flutter inside as his fingers slide softly over her skin. Flutters are good. But ultimately, instead of pressing on she lets the kissing turn into breathing. And smiles at him softly as she does.]